I know that I love you, my dear, yes!
Oh you name! …Lord thee bless!
works with the infirm, comes home late,
A role she plays, ordained by fate.
Study the tomes, all night long.
So can cut through, many a thong.
Pops a pill, to sack it late,
across the bed, a pile of hate.
Few snatched moments, on the line.
Scarcely if ever; a quaff of wine.
Long now forgotten, is out to dine,
weekends trudge, stringing laundry line.
Oh! Loved the firs and rustling pines
Cutting through wrists are daunting twines
I know that I love you, my dear, yes!
Oh you name! …Lord thee bless!
In a far off land only a name resides.
Hardly if ever the time coincides.
But a hope is kindled and kept alive.
A direction and path along which to strive.
Mops up home that's really not hers.
Nor was she ever gifted any furs.
A sweet simple girl, inside resides.
Needs an arm to hold and hide.
Who'll softly touch in a caring squeeze.
Who'll walk her along on the beech.
Look deep in her eyes and say not a bit.
Make her smile by his beam and wit.
I know that I love you, my dear, yes!
Oh you name! …Lord thee bless!
(Islamabad)
(Sept 24,2009)
saadat tahir
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