Go, Don'T Vacate Poem by Tahsan Kabir

Men bear a lot, in heart I shall bear
Thee, like ache age-old
Thru all grind and grief, oh dear!
Don't want to lose you, no cure of love-wound

Absence styles void, let rest a touch
From pain-pedestal bless me sorrow
Heart as sandal wood will burn so much
In a very bleak land wild rose will grow

If don't stay, by no means; go
Leave here a bunch of hair
Myself will be dust, my heart also
Love will brand hair and bone pair

Go, don't vacate; leave anything at least
Ye lover can be happy to see, can persist