Last Moments Of Love
By Fiza Pathan
Last moments pass away like a slide in the springtime garden,
Your acidic words of hate have upset the sparrows in their nests.
My heart has been broken in three parts-one for me, one for cupid and the last fleshy bit for you
Last moments glide like an aimless cloud in the sky so blue,
You left me without an explanation you severed the tie.
My heart has been abused by three words-love, hate and infatuation
Last moments cry through this night of fire blazing,
You caught me in your net and now after my gills have been weaned from me, you want me to go,
My heart has been judged wrongly by three judges-the hag, the society and lastly O my love it’s you.
Last moments pass into the cauldron of fantasy,
You said you would always be there before the night would stalk me home.
My heart has been misused by the three fates but, there is one more thorn to their needle’s stitch and that is your goodbye.
Copyright © 2013 by Fiza Pathan
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