Waiting-1 Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

O my dear! come, I wait for you
My endless love for you is true.
You did promise today to come
Very painful time has become.
Without you garden is desert
In it you should not me desert.
Eyes have become tired but heart
Cannot from your memeory depart.
Without you life will be so sore
That I will not live it any more.
Heart has grown very impatient
To you many messages it sent.
But no! you are in my memory
Where you will live all the century.
I should not wait for you any more
To meet you must open heart's door.