Here! I am, Alone
In silent I rue and grieve
With a half broken heart
When we two parted.
Here I am, alone
Bleak and barren
With no gleam of peace
Yet resisted and restored .
Sometimes!
I do wonder that!
When we two meet
How shalt I greet
The long past and gap
We did mess up parted
©Usman Yari
U