From The First Pain Poem by JAFAR SADIK

The love
Should have sprouted
From the heart…

Like the teeth
In the age of 22,
This must have to
Come out by breaking
Its hard shell.

This is not so easy…
Yes… it is pain…

Often the loves sprout
From the new ploughed soil,
So what,
Even though they are overcome the obstacles,
Trespassed the adversities,
And they have grown and become the shade and hope,
Such loves are getting uprooted.

Love should have to
Come out breaking the shell…
Because, many noble pleasures are originating
From the first severe pains…