Without Words Poem by Ayesha Shahid

You in my life, with or without, is the same
Exhilarating the past, the future with fame

We met and you said you were fine
I was as fortunate as a peasant with a dime

The peasants' dime, it did not last
Instead it took the peasant, Aghast!

Turns out the dime had worn a curse
Writhing the touch which held her purse

Matchmakers were there in the town
To crush the cursed into the ground

There were two scarecrows in the field
There was one weapon, there were no shields

The last war for my heart to fight
Of hanging on without a right

The fight began, with full uphold
Results decided, but left untold

No one won! My heart began,
Unrequited love-too much to lend

We'll always see our love behind
Glistening ends and wearing declines

At her last gasp, she spoke to me
My love for all.. Your love for me?

An alliance without a friend
A wisp without a bid
A teardrop without a tear
An end without a shear

The crack fabricated in my heart
It wasn't made to mend
But now it's whole with the ignorance of
Misconceptions which lead to end

In fact it wasn't profanity
It was love after all,
A kind that's been unknown to me
Without words, it was a realm. Applause!