Let's Play A Game Poem by Waliur Rahman

Let's play a game
Of courtships once again.
Wooing like stranger I press upon you
With intend of intimate emotions
And you like a Greek Bride of Beautiful Arrogance
Reject my petition of selfless love

I shall pursue you with a bleeding heart
You in turn take some droplets of the red henna
Applying to mystify your unending charm
And my bosom channels the red red water
Priceless to me but unworthy of
Your acceptance

My heart bleeds once again
I lie upon the thorn of rejection
Cruel fate shall soon consume
My undying desire with me.

...

Ah don't weep on my one last plea
This is just a game we must play again.
Here rejection doesn't matter much.
For in life we have enacted acceptance as masquerade.
So it doesn't matter much.
Does it?

-Wali