From The Old Peoples Home Poem by akram saqib

In the dark den
Among the emotionless men
I lie on the coach
And often reproach
My past and my youth
Those were in the same booth
When you and I
Planned to marry
Did not foresee
Outcome of the
Marriage and love
And kept above
This love and passion
Of the short duration
When we conceived
Afterwards received
Twinkling lovely eyes
Were like pies
Then did not think
And now blink
On our past
That did not lost
Thirst for hug
That will tug
Fill my breast
That is a crest
Promise to come soon
Not in blue moon
In the dark den
Among the emotionless men