Do not arrest me within your forearms
Do not play me with your kisses
Do not draw the boundary of love by the love letters
Your unrestrained youth does not flavors the love
Love does not rise with the mountains of your breast
Love does not waver within the myth of your hair style
Love is always fleeing from the sleeplessness of adultery
And love does not fall with sperms in bad dreams also
Crossing many battles I reached the village of love
But love is found exiled from this village also
You should inhabit again in your village, love
Darling, you should take some black teas for those farmers
Who are digging the fertility on the hillside
Carrying lives in their palms our brethren are on war in the frontiers
You should be the prayer for their protection
Some silhouettes are carving beauties in the darkness
And you should be present there being some puffs of cigarette
Come to us by breaking every bondages of love
In the name of love you should not wait only for bumble bees
Do not wait for some young men in solitude gardens by being women only
You should be the ointment for every sore
Do not die a death of a love only
By living the immortality of love you should be the god
And I shall love for every love that you shared
And for every love shared by you
shall be loved by me always.
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