Roses conspire with thorns against
me
Their fragrance and painful pricks
Remind me of you and then our
painful separation
Gardens don’t console me anymore
Without you
There is no solace in this world
Sun has found its own ways of
teasing me
Moon comes down every other night
To remind me of our nights of
togetherness
Stars behave like gossiping women
Who have stopped loving their
husbands
They gossip about us like a
scandal accidentally revealed
I don’t care mostly
But when at times I feel tired
On this long endless journey
And I rest under the shade
Of the tree of your memories
Leaves fall like forgotten letters
from our past
Our untimely separation has hastened
winter this year
Life has become a slave to your
words
I serve them blindly even today
like a devout muslim
Hoping one day
The roses of our togetherness
And thorns of our love-making
Devour me completely
Before I’m conspired against again
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