Poem by Bilquis Fatima
Love of olden days
Can love like days of yore still be found
When besotted hearts happily forsook their crown.
And endearing epistles written in fresh blood
With split fingers that never hurt,
Turned into beads of revered rosary
Emitting volumes of pure poetry.
When dauntless lovers travelled across hills and terrains
To meet their love broke all constraints.
And for one and only they turned grey
But never their love would they betray
For love was so profound and deep
Seeing their devotions even God did weep.
