Promise
written by: Arif Ajmi
As she waddled,
to keep her promise,
along the splitting dyke,
of the blonde mustard fields,
attired in crimson velvet,
the sandy rays of the dusk
scattered of her nose ring.
The golden bloom submits
to the glow of bronzy face
folds of her array gleamed,
as she walked towards me.
She had kept her promise
of an indelible gift
a blazing spring tryst
a splendid farewell,
which shall afflict my heart
of eternal torment, though.
I write under my pen name Arif Ajmi, in Urdu and English language. I was born and grew up in a small hamlet of Srinagar District of Kashmir. The content for my write ups sprinkle from the socio-psychological intricacies of the humane drama, the beauty of nature epitomised in the mesmerising landscape of my motherland and the philosophical discourses of human history.
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