Akin to baking fire and cool rain,
Such that I feel undecided whether
To extol it or rather to disdain.
At times it’s almost a blazing furnace
Wherein my heart is uncaringly burned,
Like wood in your freezing winter coldness
Yet, nonchalantly remains unobserved.
But when there is no place where you belong,
And feel there’s in your heart an unclaimed space
Your love resonates like a soothing song
Or a rejuvenating spell of grace.
Yours is the oddest love I’ve ever seen
Now it is torrid, anon its serene.
Ahmed Mehdi is an EFL (English as a foreign language) teacher and a poet. He has been writing rhymes on a regular basis for the last fifteen years and has written over a hundred poems so far, most of which are sonnets.