Quasimodo A Friend Not A Lover. Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I am an man.
Attached to another.
Yet God keeps to push me.
She's there in front of me.
Cupid is calling, mentionng her name.
Tall, slim and slender.
I love another, why hurt me so?
If you wish me to feel pain.,
From my chest, rip my heart out and put it in a blender.

God, why do you say rude things about this woman?
Betroved to another, mother of two.
Tall of height, slender of frame.
I cannot mention her name.
For if i did, these feelings will consume my friendshiip.
Or I 'll get burnt to a crisp.

i find ways not to talk to you.
But my consicience s dogged by thoughts of you.
Leave now, this filthy basement called Earth.
Ascend now to Heaven with the other angels.
Leave this poor sinner.
A loser, not a winner.
To lurk in the alleyways of lost souls.
Cardboard box and newspaper duvet.
My empty vessel filled with nothing.
Did nothing wrong but to love you like a friend.
Did the right thing for your life, I would change.
For all reasons wrong.
If I did, may God strike me down.