You Will Have To Be Back Poem by Jahan Zeb

I can't call it the game of luck
If, firmly, I am in your way, stuck
Not your fault, wished it, I too
The pain, this day, which I am through
Many have heart; many will wish
Very few find rest, many become knish
What to weep for; why to shout
Enjoyed her love now bear the clout
Now on moon, then on land of fairies
Never aware of the pain it carries
Wander all day now carrying this scar
Show her love, true; bring back the star