Signs Of Wounds Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

Her house is there on a circus
And there my heart and head in fuss
In winter boiled eggs I enjoy
In summer sweet curd supplies a boy
My longing is only to see her
Pretences movement in market were
My brother desliked my affair
'Odu' he named me in dejection sheer
My intention looked very sharp and agile
Lovers were terrorized of my style
I wrote my tale upto this only point
Then my father beat me, broke joint
All vicious plans are of my brother
Signs of wounds on my face usher