Challenge Poem by Irfan Ahmad

Gaze at the tulip which has a haze on its texture grew,
At night I found myself awake, many days gone in sleeps,
Some eye’s blood it sheds, how many hearts it has drew,
Some rampart on snake’s writhe it has built, thence weeps.

This sickness have gotten too sweet,
In a whirling trance, curbing the things knowing not about,
Sunken in mind’s sickness of desiring dire, shoeing fugacious feet,
Buffeting the desire with a; bewildered shout.

The darkened clouds overcast on a glamorous day,
Harbinger has today brought the halcyon,
Upon questioning, an answer came “I got morose of the malady”
Stifling life, gorged by dust and lust, dwindling yon.

The two travelers have now met upon the narrow street,
One must return to let the other pass; who will first retreat?