The Lost Love

by Dr. Nuz Ayesha
(Bangelore, India)

I loved him but he is gone,
my pain has witnessed by breaking dawn.

As I sighed in ache all alone,
the evening birds seemed to moan.

They say if one mourns in pain,
heavens do cry and it rains.

Deep in pain, I went to bed,
the skies also cried and it rained all night as they had said.