Lost Desire

a poem by Nazim Baig

Proud roses
Curved their neck upright
Solar beams kissing gently
Blemished petals bathing
Glistening drops of dawn dew

Hosting vase upon majestic mental
Delightfully habituated cool fragrance
While frolicsome breeze
Gently Stroke arching petals
Souls drawn intimately

They say
Nothing last forever
Mortality is immanent
And one day
Strange drift of wind
Gathered thick clouds
Face of moon disappeared
And you departed
To a newly found field

Untimely frost of fate
Wilted delicate petals
Shattered was the vase
Scattered were flowers
Delight was Enshroud
Invisible was aching
One lost desire
Slouched to unreachable