It Is Not Love It Is Madness

(You say) It is not love, it is madness My madness may be the cause of your fame Sever not my relationship with you If nothing then be my enemy What is the meaning of notoriety in meeting me If not in public court meet me alone I am not my own enemy So what if the stranger is in love with you Whatever you are, it is due to your own being If this not known then it is ignorance Life though fleets like a lightening flash Yet it is abundant Time to be in love I do not want debate on the sustenance of love Be it not love but another dilemma Give something O biased One At least the sanction to cry and plea I will perpetuate the rituals Even if cruelty be your habit Teasing and cajoling the beloved cannot leave 'Asad' Even if there is no union and only the desire remains