Love like things
stretched haphazardly over the years
receded into vicissitudes of life.
Grown like a plum fruit
untouched
untasted
rotten into an ugly heap.
It told a different story
of unfulfilled promises
of love
withered hopes
and untouched heavens.
Like a marvellous annecdote
of ancient ruins..
Wali Jamali
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