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Waiting for her ...

Like that lonely tree ...
On the riverbank ...
In the middle of the night ...
It waits for the morning ...
To meet the birds ...
To live with them ...
And to share with...
The most beautiful melodies ...
And to kills it's loneliness...
which lived it...
All the night long...
I am ...
As that tree ...
Waiting...
Longing for the morning...
May my beloved...
Come...
On this boat...
So fast...
To **** my loneliness...
That lasted all long night...
While I am waiting ...
For her ...

Hazem...
Brejesh Shan Nov 2020
The frivolous existence of a frantic
man frolicking in a fatuous fantasy,
is forgotten so ferociously.
By a maiden so fair,
who he called his bear,
gave up so dearly.

His drunken soul, took a toll on
what's left of his humanity.
Disdain his curse, in vain his outburst;
He had lost grip on reality.

This foolish gallant,
so wise; not void of talent,
fell prey to darkness that fuelled his insanity.

She took the form of a magnetic storm; then left him to realize his blunder.
Now he waits on the throne,
that he once called home,
yearning to win back her splendour.
to my fair maiden

— The End —