It Doesn’t Matter Poem by Abdul Sattar

It doesn’t matter
It is autumn or spring
It is day or night
It is winter or summer
It is cold or hot
All the time it prevails
The fragrance of thy recollection
That gives the heavenly feel
So often I imagine
The picture of the past
The fancy of thriving delight
The smile of the spring I feel
In those bright eyes
I look the pleasure of heart
That can not be avoided
The sorrows being shed
From the warm eyelids
It takes no time
To think of you
A shock so sudden
A kick in the teeth
A bolt from the blue
The cold feelings
Disobey my mind
I loose my heart
And cannot stop
My eyes spraying
The fountain of emotions
Disguise the nerves
The better it will be
To forget that time
Of uncertain truth
To accept the lies
Of the disguised life
It will not harm the heart
To feel the good coming days
And forget the past
The painful past