Love You Alaq Poem by Othman Marzoog

As I feel the throbbing pain,
Let you enjoy the pleasure
And depression controls the senses.
Quite senseplegic body pain slaves the brain
Crowded sound and heavy love
Clouds of agony fill the heart
Once we born, live and die
Hands move to hide a dropping eye
Recruitment room witnessed hearts cry
How much love heart can store
No one can give you more,
Why do we ask for the less?
For one reason and one question,
Your clan makes a reason,
My ancestors make a reason,
Ourselves make a treason
We should die and commit suicide.
Beloved Dip deep in your heart,
You will find mine lost part.
I take it out of my chest,
And put it in your hand
Slaved ip used to be,
How slaving master cares for me
Few answers more questions.