I Confess To E Beng Guilt. Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I was cast in a cell.
Interrogated by Fate and Cupid.
Fate asked me if I was stupid
I replied with beaten body and soulfuyl mind.
'Yes, I love her so.'
Cupid came in and asked another question.
Are you not blind to love.
'I was blind, but with her love I must confess she loves me'
'With her love, I can now see.'.

The love of my dreams sealed my fate.
Like a doughnut with an empty hole.
In my life, she entered not knowing what crime I would commit.
With baton and cuffs, I was beaten to an inch of my life.
I confess to be being guilty of loving her and she loves me.
From the other side of the one way glass, I could fel her cry.
So I wped away her tear.
Its true I am guilty of loving you.
It is a sentence I will glady serve.
Not in solitary confinement but with you in my heart's cell.
You walked in and cast a spell.
I confessed to being a man in love, charge me.
Before all the courts and judges, may they sentence me.
I will always love thee.
Hep me serve this sentence for life. remove the cuffs.
Imprison in me in your loving embrace.



I Sddiqi 28.02.2009