Farewel Love Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB

FAREWEL LOVE




I think we part here
My love and my dear!
Your wisdom and your maths
I can no more bear

Love isn't love if you calculate
Ups and downs; it is as straight
As the great Gangetic plains
And a yokel's art.

We weren't you and we weren't I
We were one but you did defy.
You thought and you kept thinking
And you tried to be solemnly smart.

Love is a simple fact
On which we rely and act
It gives no space to mind
It is a matter, merely of heart.

I think it, my dear, better
That to me, you surrender, either,
Or be in the line of your choice
If so, then, let us quietly depart.



KHAN HASNAIN AAQIB