Last night of our meet appeared at last.
Painful humble hearts wished to greet
each other saying ‘we will meet
again, our love will ever last.’
Our lingering urge melting in
deep dense earnest mutual crave.
Broken hearts pretending bold, brave.
The word ‘last’ not to speak or listen.
Once promised life-long unison
How can I bid you adieu!
This night our last meet! Is it true?
Is it destined or prediction?
Our last night staying together!
Not to believe, not to admit.
My amour will never permit
you to go away forever.
Please say ’Next meeting we expect.’
May be false solace, I will craugh.
As support to hold the last straw.
You are leaving, but I will wait.
' craugh' : don't know whether to laugh or cry, so to craugh.
The Night of Passion and Desire Contest by Faraz Ajmal
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