Final Hijraat (1)

My f i r st po em I wr ote was to pra is e m y beloved's h a ir
I wanted to be under the shade of her lovely locks for ever
She k ep t c ry i n g wh e n I to l d h er t h at I wi l l b e l e avi ng
I l e f t b e h i n d m y b e l o v e d g r i e v i n g
W h e n I h a d n o t h i n g t o g i v e h e r o n t h e e i d f e s t i v a l
I wrote a lovely poem and gave the gift that was special
She is the gem of the ring she gave me as a parting gift
I h a v e l e f t h e r i n o u r s w e e t m e m o r i e s a d r i f t
T h e r e i s a r e a s o n t h a t I h a v e t e a r s i n m y f a t e
I l e f t h e r a l l a l o n e o n t h e r o a d o f l i f e b e r e f t
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Tressing