Go then! I in truth did trust and build,
It was never love, was it?
Far from those beloved shores we both did live
Even though I more than love did give.

"O, why did you hurt me so?
My life in shadows is now stormed and clawed,
I shall embrace the oceanic art of nature's
Mourning laughter."

And you?

Already you sail into the breezy arms of conceit,
Get drunk on freedom's beguiling waters of deceit,
I revealed all with this my liberated heart
But you tore apart my soul's timber before we could on love's trek embark.



©Rangzeb Hussain