Theme: Love


I met him after so many years
and we were in tears,
tears of love and sorrow
for the passed time that couldn't borrow.
I told him what all had done to me,
but he held his for next, and
that became my real test.
He loved me such that my single jest
could tell him what I am upto next.
The time went by, the love grew on
but ah! his wounds who could sew on.
They tortured me,
I wept, I cried, I thought a lot
and found the real spot.
His wounds can heal, his life can wheel
but he has to feel that I am a deal.


More By  :  Talat Zahra

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