To Love Poem by Muzahidul Reza

To Love
May 31, 2019

O, love! O, you, virtuous dear!
Where are you? Being so far!
You cannot send me flower!
Even sweet odor via swift air. - - - - 4

O, love! O, dear! You are!
How far? Over there, where?
Being far I'm hated, I'm deprived,
I'm hurt hard, I'm wounded. - - - - - 8

Here people are seriously fighting
One another scolding, killing;
They are absolutely abused
Completely and foolishly lost. - - - - 12

My heart is breaking thousands
My soul is howling promiscuous
They're frightening; self is moaning
Existence is crying, I am dying. - - - - 16