When We Get Old And Meet (Imagination) Poem by Lateef Jan Afridi

After many years, when we are old
when i come to your country your city, and call you,
On the phone, i say,
A..., i want to meet you...
Please come and meet me.
But, you are not willing to meet me.
you say....why meet after so many years? .... how will it help?
But i insist.... Don't say No A...,
You are stubborn,
your refusal is strong and your tone is firm....
you say...it will be better if we don't meet.
i say..... i am waiting for you, with the hope, that you will come.
then..............
suddenly you appears and we look at each other
feeling strange.....
we look at each other and remember, how we looked when we were young
i say... you are still very beautiful....
you say...Don't talk rubbish, i have grown old now.
and then you look down, the way i start talking looking directly into your eyes....you don't like it...
then you say...don't look at me like that, why did you come here?

Silence is there....nothing to say for both of us..
A veil of sadness cloud your eyes.... mine too

I say... are you happy?
You are calm, saying nothing...
After a some time your answer is.......
The meaning of true love.....is not to possess.


By Lateef J
wrote on,13.06.2016
posted on 21.06.2016