Breeze's Lament Poem by Rafi Islam

Breeze's Lament



O breeze, be my messenger,
To my beloved, deliver this plea:
How much longer must I wait?
My eyes wither, my heart weeps ceaselessly.

My tears fail to draw the beloved near,
My words remain unheard, my end draws near;
I await death's embrace,
Yet someone stays aloof, my dear.

If death claims me, do not forget,
Be by my side as I rest, my dearest.

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