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'.