Grin and depressing

Charred and wet

My heart and its parts

Beautifully kept


An eternity of torment

From sunrise to sunset

The clouds of longing

Over my body swept


Yet smiles are not rare

But only tears do I care

Of the sea of melancholy

And then stood up hair


And flowers contain a spark

Just like you and me

If I can love your silhouette

Who are you to me?
© Mahamegh