Wounds' Tree

Wounds' Tree

What a wonderful time
This moment of separation
Look, my laughter doesn't stop
I forget everything
It wasn't my habit
you ruined me complete
But you say this is late
It was written in my fate
Your refusal made wonders
When, I came to life again
The moon looks horrible
Is my light up there?
That is the wealth of life
Life is not made of me
You see my wounds tree
That is, you read my poetry

Imran Nazeer