Abdul Samad Latif
They Call Out Your Name, My Love - Poem by Abdul Samad Latif
What is there to tell now, what is there left to say?
All that could have been said has been said, silence reigns supreme for now
The secret has been revealed, I need to be punished for being so rude
I need to be punished, that foolish heart of mine, for having loved you
They call out your name with wanton abandon, with reckless frivolity
Your name and your face and your smile and your lips, all return to me
Please do not call out your name, aloud.
It hurts somewhere, yes, somewhere in the middle
Do not do so, lest you wish, that I wither away, that I suffer
And sink into the abyss and not return
They ask me, in tones of infinite understanding, where the words flow from?
They inquire whether these words are indeed mine, are indeed genuine.
Dont they know, my poetry flows from you, from the memory of your smile
That these words, all these words, are for you, only for you, my love
Only were you to read them, only were you to read them
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