A Fabula
This is a fabula in the time of twilight
The drops of rain were soaking me slight
She wanted to contact me but I was
Angry with her till the next sun alight
When I was going to contact her
She had spilled from our love flight
The only reason was I did not attend her
On the surface I seemed very polite
Now she has gone away from me
What I could share with heart blight
What will you say on Devine day Imran
You are only the killer of her delight
Copyright © Imran Nazeer | Year Posted 2021
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