Some griefs are attached to a love.
If you leave the door, they will attach to the wall.
Love is a slight pleasure in the beginning.
Later, turns to many pains.
First, lust opens half a shop.
Then attaches to the whole market.
Helplessness causes closeness, sometimes.
If you cannot cry, you can still hug your love.
The pieces of grief that fly around in the streets.
multiply, when you bring them home.
Whether the scars are on your body or your face or the heart,
appear with the speed of age.

Poet : Ahmad Faraz