If it is the truth, that loving me
Caused this change in thee(you)
Then properly a plea I must make
Unlove me sweetheart, but slake
With words that invincibly brought
Smile on lips, happened to drought
Made decaying soul feel cherished,
Getting slowly, but stably perished
In seasons to seasons, whether
Rainy or winter, spring or summer
Nowhere grew saplings on the plot
Rather found attempts to keep clot
Meanwhile, the deserted land covered
All of sudden, unknown rain showered
Above and over, grassed all flavours
Of sugary syrup, hidden inside glaciers.
But you know, always been my wishes
Craved for not more, but you to be as
You please, as minimum drops sprinkled
Would sufficiently engulf a heart wrinkled
©® Naheed Akhtar
01-12-2019
Thank you so much for posting my poem!
A richly textured work resonating with emotional empathy and insight.
Thanks a lot dear sir!
A well-crafted,introspective,rhyme-filled poem.
Thank you so much sir!
The power of love so vividly and rhythmically portrayed in the poem.
Thank you so much dear friend!!