Ceasing Bolshie

english-poem

Ye are stubborn, me a lover
Ye are candle with blazing wick
Me a moth in thy love sick
l’m blazed ye blaze ’tis a fame
Let’s see who wins the game

Ye are proud of thy splendor
Me finds my love everything
It is the slave, it is the king
Trial me, trial thee do claim
Let’s see who wins the game

Ye scare of unrolling disgrace
Me shock of thy severance
Ye lack means of love thence
My nerves are out of frame
Let’s see who wins the game

If my leaving soul leave its place
d live in the vale of thy heart
And no more it would be apart
To you then my love’l claim
Let’s see who wins the game

When the shade of thy bolshie
Would lose its long long length
And cease mighty raging strength
Say then the winning name
And see who wins the game

Anjum Aziz Abbas

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