Fateful Part...a poem by Asif Sultan Matta


Fateful Part...


Friday, 28 October 2016
Asif Sultan Matta

To part is their a loathsome fate,
Their fond-regard, a hapless 'late',

Lament on this or scoff at stars
Or they'd die in unending wait?

She visits past like sacred shrine,
He, bevvied by her love's wine;
Tussle of times rifts them away,
His present warm, her past so great;

Her deep remorse for then and now,
Wasn't he mindful of time's know-how
She rubbled under her bygone errs
he battles, bleeds to change her state;

The course of love never was smooth
O'er thorny woods eye-catching bait.

To part is their a loathsome fate,
Their fond-regard, a hapless 'late'.

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