Akhtar Jawad - Waiting

For a heart in love the life is a boon,
A glimpse of beloved is a glimpse of the moon,
Waiting for hours in emotional tide,
The lover when thinks to commit suicide,
And the beloved not yet at the meeting sight,
The evening grown up in a lonely night,
The stars whisper he's insane in love,
But his firmness not at all is wane in love,
His heart is sure she will come at last,
Fleeting of mind a complete contrast,
She will come, she will not, the petal now last,
To end at the latter, a deadly blast,
Quickly he said she will not she will come,
Cheating in love so sweet and awesome,
I'm sorry my love I am really so late,
He heard her voice at the garden's gate.

Akhtar Jawad

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