Desire of love hopelessness before I slumber

I am waiting on my deathbed,

I wished to meet and to have said,

"Maybe, darling, this is when our love story ends."

Many calls and messages, with no replies, have I sent.

Maybe it's over before it starts.

I can hear her dog's bark.

In the hospital passage, the sound of her heels…

People were unaware, but I could feel—

It's her, maybe late, but she came.

Before I could analyze, my prediction was damn lame.

I fall asleep...

I hope she will be there to weep.

Writer: Eiman Asif