Dance and draw back as a devil

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Dance and draw back as a devil
Blow me out till tearing
I am a man of a dense conscience
Whether from Europe or I am Indian
Your legs you may lift up till chests
And over the hearts you may tread
Because the hearts are fallen in sleep
Sneaking out till they are burned
And never care to those chameleonic
Whose eyes redisplay and mocking to us
In a part of minute and changing a way
That myself has been ignorant
In those citrus but demonic eyes
I am anchored and slept there
One week or more
To be a patient
A love patient
Once I never have a doctor
And no clinical symptoms