He Enjoys The Longest Spring Poem by Aftab Alam

Should I write or enjoy my sleep with dream,
Leap like a deer or have a ghostly scream
More I loved, more I got hurt, knew not why?
I am weighed always, as a fool, bottom to high

Here, sky obscured, no rain and there rained
Merrily without cloud, while basking in the sun.
Mysterious highway of life, one way with U turn,
Origin to end from the darken world, we chained.

Unfurled from the cove world, with cry hurled, he
Like autumn and hugged by spring with love- hope
A butterfly, a flower, a follower, with a tied cope
He enjoys the longest spring, less autumn, you see

For me, my spring, in sight, is over, autumn hover
My poetry! My dream! Springs soul; my eased bower