A Mundane Tale Of Love Poem by SABREEN AHMED

#A Mundane tale of love # 1. In sweat soaked moments of mid summer closeness, the strokes of love came as less soulful than the soothing rain. Tossing in pleasant dismay while clogged to a tiring sheet of loveless aroma and mindless dreams. Evading the distance of creepy loneliness and stoic routine, often lulled to sleep by the giddy delight of old coital games. 2. He who never gave her a rose now gave her a tiny garden of greens, with flowers and bonsai trees, potted pomegranates and grape vines, and she waters them all with withered and waned delight, while he waits for the big overflowing waters of the red River to recede in a distant land of unsolicited solitude.