Conflict Poem by Tayyab Ijaz

The melodies of love don't quench my thirst
As you deserted my soul when it was an abode of love
I am now love lorn, dejected and desolate
I feel anguished soul, afflicted mind and strife stricken heart
I yearn for the moment, when earthly joys were under our feet
We breathe into the fragrance of each other
Now smiles, laughter and joys are but a dream
Why you sprouted love in my heart
IF you were to desolate it? Asks my soul
Divine glory will surely replenish my destiny
And mortals shouldn't be our God, I believe.