Untimely Acceptance Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

I was suff'ring from cold, her hand
which felt so soft was in my hand;
Her company was so pleasant:
'God! Stop the time! ' was heart's demand.

Time passed quickly as could be,
Looking at her face I didn't feel;
She had to leave at eight O'clock,
This was the gash that could not heal.

Time did not stop, she pick'd her bag,
My feelings with thorny bands roped;
She kiss'd my lips; said, 'Get well soon! ',
And left at eight, the time stopped.

March 22,2022e only girl