Life Poem by Tayyab Ijaz

A lovely Child was she
As flowers and mermaid hour
HER heart was burning with love
As she loved his family her home and traditions
But the roof of her desire was seeping as
What she found were ashes of her heart
Disgust hypocrisy and pains
In her tiny heart
Embers of love were still smouldering
She was weary but wanted to continue her life journey
I see hands of death and destiny
Perished all her hopes and desires