NAIVE WAS I... A POEM BY ASIF SULTAN MATTA
NAIVE WAS I...
Asif Sultan Matta.
Naive was I in field of love
Tyrant, caring, sincere lot of
Feuds and complaints, brawls are its part
Sulking caring our days would pass
Hovering with you like dragonfly
Blind in your love, lost all my shy
Your eyes, an ocean and I fish
To swim in them ever had I wished
Enthralling smiles dimple your cheek
Charming talks would snatch away my sleep
Nights like were days and days drowsy
Had been always with you busy.
Soothe of my pain was pain itself,
Nearness of yours made me reckless.
The pain is you, and you solace
My Achilles’ heel, innocent face.
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