Amid the zigzag aisle
The zigzag aisle of sandy pathAmid the tall clustered maple trees
With bowed leafy swaying boughs
A charisma to its sight!
Just on the either sides
We two stand
And fear the journey ahead
Yet regardless peeping,
The yesterdays caught scenes in eyes.
An unknown attribute
Of intangible air
Like spell dipped in dyeing wine
Is being poured to the empty vessels
That blurs and clears
the paths of destiny in our minds.
Come!
And grab my hand in yours
And let my body forget
The dreary suffering of soul
Then will join us the seasons of blossom
And melancholy summer sun won't burn up on us
The silent winter will have warmth in it
For love will have its own argot.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-12-20 at 10:01
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