Dilemma
Dilemma
They fight in me my love and your love,
Yours to let you go, Mine to stop you,
What's the most precious? I always thought,
My life? That's the only thing I've got,
If not life then you will be mine,
For I can't have you crossing life's line,
Then what else that will end my hope,
And fasten me to a tree alone with a rope,
There you came with a dreadful wish,
Leaving my pleading hand, my cold flesh,
Requested me to pray for you a loyal mate,
Am I not loyal? I thought alone I sat,
Should I pray for your match? Lose you forever?
Should I pray to have you? Lose you never?
poem by Jahan zaib
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