IF YOU LOVE

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If you love,
Then come not when the sun shines.

Come not when flowers bloom
in my yard, and bees buzz.

Come not when the moon floods

My thatch.

Come not when stars sparkle

Over my orchard.

Come not when friends and strangers

Circle me.

Come not when birds sing,

And squirrels squeak day and night.

Come in the dark hour,

When candles flicker not.

Come in the lone hour

When lie I ,
Bed sored,
And flowers wither in my yard.

Come in the stormy hour when Azrael will

Snatch my soul.

Come not for supplication,

But for a final adieu.

Come with a coffin,
And clear the corner

And bury me.

If all shun,
Fear not,
Be bold, be firm,
And alone you mud over my corpse.

 

Come close,

And put your long fingers

On my fevered temple.

And promise,
At this holy hour ,
You keep word.

Find a friend,

Don’t mourn,

Or shed tears.

All be the same,

The yard, the garden,

The swing,

Where in lazy afternoon,

We sit hand in hand,

And shriek.

 

Only find a friend,

Who’ll replace me,

And love you alike

In sun and shower,

And whisper strange words

At starry nights.

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Abu Siddik

Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

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