By Mohammad Umam Ehsani
Oh that bliss of yours;
Are these breathes really mine?
Like moonlight it kisses me;
Am I really still alive?
Oh that sweet love of yours;
Why are my hands so shaky?
Reminds me of the finest blossoms;
Is this sweat or my anxiety?
Oh those gentle walks we took;
The pain grows on the left side of my chest-
How gorgeous was that mark on your foot;
-I guess that's it. Welcome! cardiac arrest.
The memories from the retrospect,
Like a white light through the portal of prism,
are crystals to inspect,
It's almost anachronism.
That was a time, this is too.
For once I thought I had a clue-
to get over this dilemma of choosing a state,
If you were me then, or now, I am you!