Dessension Hurts The Heart Poem by Asimuzzaman Asim

Let it be grief, even to tantalize my heart, come,
Come even if only to waive me to torment again,
Come, if not for our past deceit,
Then to intently fulfil the pristine rustic rituals.
How many people will I decipher my grief to?
If you are melancholic at me, come just for the sake of this world,
prestige, even if only a little, the profoundness of my love for you;
Come, someday, to gesture me solace as well.
Too long you have deprived me of the solicitation of longing;
Come again, my love, if only to make me blubber,
Till now, my breast place still suffers some scrimp expectation;
So get in, find out even the last flickering torch of hope
Agreed, shush your love is the real form of love,
Some day, come to quietly manifest your love
The way you seek pardon to not come,
Some day, come with an oblivion to stay forever.