Go To Some Mental Hospital, Please.
Who grows weeds in his farm?
Who grows thorns in his lawn ?
Who prefers barking to sound sleeping?
Who welcomes a noisy swan ?
Who tolerates a hundred wounds ,
For a five minute silly joy ?
Who will fire an obedient servant?
Who will an annoying boss employ ?
Dear, I have not learnt ''love''
From Indian serials and cinema.
I have studied Bible , Gita ,
Shakespeare, Hardy and Seneca .
''Love must give joy and peace .''
That is love's primary law .
But you have gone mad watching:
Dhoom ta na na na ; dhoom ta na na na .
I'm like Bible , Gita or Quran
I want to live in someone's heart .
You are like the daily newspaper
Dear , we two are poles apart .
I am looking for eternal love .
What you have is a mental disease .
You need a doctor , not a lover .
Go to some mental hospital, please.
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Poet ; Sahil Sharifdin Ëñglísh
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