Love And Curse Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Like a rare scent of perfume tree
Standing unique in a private field
No passerby nor sitting by on that field
By chance i possess traveling eye
That ceaselessly took me to unique terrains
With green leaves and running spring
Such blessing brings abreast trouble with
The court of law after-all i am a commoner
By the rule of the unfair justice
That field shall not taste my feet
Nor be seen near with willing intention
What should i do with such a heavy load of love and curse
Shall i walk away and be forever lost?
Love and curse what destiny shall i be?
Love is brutal than a sword, though killed me still i walk
I am wretched with curse and rich with love for thee