A Strange Love ~ Poem by M. Asim Nehal

This night bears testimony,
And waves know anguish, suffering and agitation,
like a child he took a red-petalled rose
and started removing petals one by one,
counting- she loves me, she loves me not.

Unaware of the rose's plight, he removed all of its petals.
Now he wonders who suffered more, him or the rose.
The final petal, of course, said 'she loves me not.'

When the wind began to blow the clouds,
And the stars appeared bright and clear
reasoned that the stars would reveal the truth.
So he started counting right away: -
she loves me, she loves me not.

As the sun started to break through the night
and the stars started to disappear.
he ended the count on 'she loves me not'.
Now everyday he waits impatiently for night to arrive
and he resumes his count from where he left off.