The Story Ends Poem by Akhtar Jawad

She never met him,
He never met her,
He was firm not to meet her,
She was firm to meet him one day,
Oh God! How much you love these toys of clay!
You fulfilled both the wishes.
A poetess has come to attend,
the funeral of a poet,
tears in her eyes,
and worried too,
how the spouse of the dead poet,
will treat her?
Lo! They have hugged each other.
They are sharing their tears.
They are sharing their pains.
And why they shouldn’t?
Their pains are common!