Bliss Of Spring Season Poem by Sahar Sahar

Even you are not here,
your tastes are staying on my lips,
i wonder i can't resist,
your flow in my veins,
and you hold my soul,
like winds playing with clouds,
i know this from the day,
you touched me,
like dews,
and my voice got stronger than,
to smash the walls,
the people call sins,
and you ascend to cross my mind,
and i glow to smile as,
you can go through my voids,
it comes to my amazements,
that i am still with,
unfinished dream,
lured with your prominence,
with lucid imaginations,
making me with carefulness, for avoidance of neurosis.
and above all,
and with all affording sacrifices, ,
my muted pains are peeping throughout,
and this spring is killing to me
until i am slipped into a pond of despairs.