My first love
I have cut off at least a thousand heads of Hydra
But I am still fighting with it
I wish I were Hercules
Throughout my youth
I was mesmerized by the nymphs
Now I have realized it was just
Waste of my most precious time
My first love was burnt to ashes
Like the phoenix
Now the ashes are turning into
My love once again
But the dragons are destroying
My sweet dreamland
By blowing with their mouths
Wild firestorms
Now my brain is haunted by the ghosts
They try to scare me to death
Now I am like Adonis
Venus has hurt me by her weapons
Wherever my blood drops fall
Blooms anemones of love poetry
poem by Asif Andalib
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