I know that i love you
I know that you will desert me
I know that print-marks on your neck will vanish.
But,
I will be there
Waitnig for you
Till monsoon comes
To water the my daisies.
I know that
Torrential rain will erase ploughed-lines
And the marks of the bullocks.
My fields will get watered-down
Like your lips had before.
I know that
Next season
My un-kissed lips
Will have a different tase
And your neck
Shall have no imprints of love.
But,
You like a barren-field
Will stay bare and un-touched
To wait for caresses.
This time
Monsoon may strike back
But,
Not I.
Wali Jamali
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