Broken Dreams - Poem by Shabeeh Haider
I stand beside the chestnut tree,
Where many times you were with me,
How much the tree and I, now miss,
The faint embrace, the gentle kiss,
Of two lovers beneath its bough,
Who came together, but not now.
I sit alone, now on that ground,
Your warmth, your smell, is still around.
Within its bark, the S and S,
That we had carved when you said "yes"
The tree asks me, was it a joke?
The words of love that you once spoke,
I kiss the tree and turn to go,
I won't return, this much I know.
I buried in its soil, our past,
Those dreams of love, which did not last.
For wealth and gold always prevails,
But love is weak, it always fails.
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