A Fabula

A Fabula

This is a fabula in the time of twilight
The drops of rain were soaking me slight

She wanted to contact me but I was
Angry with her till the next sun alight

When I was going to contact her
She had spilled from our love flight

The only reason was I did not attend her
On the surface I seemed very polite

Now she has gone away from me
What I could share with heart blight

What will you say on devine day Imran
You are only the killer of her delight

Imran Nazeer