When To Know Earth's Move Be The Harm Poem by Mohammad Taffazul

when to know earth's move be the harm
when to know autumn's wings be the conjure
profaning my love assaults mine charm
and you 'my love'the reason damns my structure.
the rightist eye rise me up cease my past
wrecking hails the man's faith brings my favor
poor and mild flower wilts when it raises heat
and my posses stops pulsing when it hails in my favor
i like a brave man in the tiger's jaws
nor sigh nor cry and nor feel pains
closing eyes make me dream even not fall a drop
like the swan the huge neck holds its head up
but for me it points bizarre and sort less
to feel you why and why most in my thickness