Whistle me not to prove my grievous wrong,

Whistle me not to prove my grievous wrong,

Your cruelty did pierce my tender pulsing heart.

With but a glance, your silent sighs prolong,

And my inner torn wide, your legend to impart.

Speak with tongue, let wit and essence abide,

For false hypocrisy often wounds us intense.

Reveal to me now, whom do you hide inside?

Cherished within your heart, I’m in suspense.

 

Listen, your coquetry is my leading foe,

And If love within your bosom sweetly beats,

Your looks alone have wrought this pain and woe,

Why do you not confess, pretty princess, your feats?

Am nearer to God, your beauty slays me, thus

Whisper, assuage the heartache, that twixt us.

©Poet Affaq