Catch the hints of the tongue I speak,
My accent narrates a true story;
I am crying the rivers of a fateful land,
You are breathing the aroma of Garden of Eden.
You say, it is a forbidden fruit,
I want to eat it every single day;
When you kiss my name with your fervent lips,
I smile with tearful eyes and laugh with a hopeless cry.
What we want matters to none,
What fate decides is the matter of fact;
You tell me this every single day,
You even forget it was planned by God.
Wherever I live, I would live in your heart,
My words never speak false emotions;
I am a man of Truth; I would live for years,
It matters not you deny me today.
Who am I to say all this
Garbage of my useless heart;
I am nothing, but some ambiguous words
Woven in a futile poem remained untitled.
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-753/
