• Rate this poem
User Review
4.44 (9 votes)

Dry Desert

written by: Inam Ullah


The flower of my love,
Never bloomed in her heart
I watered it so much,
With blood of my own
Even God did not accept,
My prayers and my cries

And now sitting alone,
I think about all these
I find guilt in myself
If I have loved her,
For her beauty and her charms,
Then why should I expect,
The same feelings from her
For my love is a dry desert,
Even tries her best,
She cannot quench my thirst.

Inam Ullah

Inam Ullah

My name is inamullah and I am a lawyer from Peshawar Pakistan, I am writing poetry for last one year.
Inam Ullah

Latest posts by Inam Ullah (see all)

Read previous post:
ALL SMILES (Cheshire) by Ann Christine Tabaka at Spillwords.com
ALL SMILES (Cheshire)

ALL SMILES (Cheshire) written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris   Hello, he said With a toothy grin Who are you?...