Language Of The Secret Love! Poem by Sakib Jamal

When your eyes speak-
I listen it into my heart!
Don't think, I am Fakir, Dervish, Sage or Fortune teller-
Just a Lover!
Not only that,
Unheard news should be known by the lovers, I know!

The red-blue stage of mind.
The lover should understand.
Before leaving for a trip.
Hidden application in the fold of flowers!
What is writing there- cued song,
Or request to keep distance!

The gesture is the hidden language of the secret love!
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Note: Fakir: : Wanderer
Red-Blue Stage: : Ups and Downs