Spring That Not Anymore Troubled Me Poem by Musfiq us shaleheen

I'm not pied crested Cuckoo of alienation
Who is no more say' I love you'
The Season has not Struck me
You Say it is Spring
That not anymore troubled me

I'm to be indifferent, aloof
Drunk with your prayer
I'm the instrument of pain
Who don't have any principle of mounting

I go, but don't go
I Come, Comeback
Even don't comeback again
Like a Child who always straight
But Sometimes bend as like a bow

I want you
In Existence,
In Bone marrow,
In the Red blood cells of blood

I am defeated
Want you after defeat

@Musfiq us shaleheen