When it happened last time
It wasn't the last time
We made up with each other
In our imagination
So it went on slightly longer
Than we had thought
Dry crisp words carried on
Without destination
It went on
As long as we were fooling ourselves
It ended abruptly
As we acquired wisdom.
This very mature poem should be embraced by all as an antidote to War of the Roses. Wise beyond your years, Nosheen!
Very direct and well written poem. It frankly looks at truth face to face. Not easy to embrace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bitter truth, better realised. Awesome poem Wisely penned. Full *******