You, A relapse
Like flowers bloom newly in the May
Your love too bloomed the same way
Colouring the autumn of my heart
Adorning the desolated dreams' path;
Steadily and gradually, the summer withered
Petals of desires and buds of joy smeared
The corners of softness turned barrren
As if you, your love, was just an illusion;
The cruel December of you I saw then
Begged you to stay forever, with heart sullen
But, you were not meant to be mine, perhaps!
And, for me Allah made you a relapse.