Poem 5 – Hour 5 – Aymen Zaheer


People met by destiny
To create their own fantasy

My fate conspired me to meet
Bring sweet melodies in my beat

I submerged and soaked in you
With amiable feeling and memory’s crew

We created a mark of our love
Upon a tree, where living a dove

No matter how old are we
We lavish fondness as I like to be

Ages passed and centuries will come
One day our faces would be hidden in a slum

When someone looks at the tree
Feel the wings of love are always free

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