Untold Reality Poem by Ahatisham Alam

How can I express the feelings of my own?
Why I think for you is perhaps a reason unknown.
Why do I meet me on my ways ahead.
Why I loose command over my head.

Perhaps nothing I have to say.
Yet a lot of things are untold.
I have something for you.
That's love, not the gold.

O Heart! sing not the lamenting song
Think that your choice is wrong.
If you have nothing to give.
Why you desire to attain the love?