I Know What Is It

I am not at peace At all Your sweet words And the soft touch Of the breeze Could not make me pleased Neither the tub of your love Could bathe me Or the cool glass of your laugh Could satiate me I remain thirsty! Nor your dazzling beauty Could give me any stability Something drives me From behind The same thing beckons me From the front I am totally restless! Writhe in pain Cut into thousands No blood oozes No one can see This is not a disease Nether any psychological problem Yet I suffer! It may not appear much logical But this is true And I know what is it For name All they cry But I never tell them By its name.