Untimely Acceptance
I was suff'ring from cold, her hand
which felt so soft was in my hand;
Her company was so pleasant:
'God! Stop the time!' was heart's demand.
Time passed quickly as could be,
Looking at her face I didn't feel;
She had to leave at eight O'clock,
This was the gash that could not heal.
Time did not stop, she pick'd her bag,
My feelings with thorny bands roped;
She kiss'd my lips; said, "Get well soon!",
And left at eight, the time stopped.
March 22, 2022
Copyright © Nazim Zarsinner | Year Posted 2022
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