• ishrat_zaman 10w

    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.