Oh, Dear Beloved, come back for a while,
Let’s mourn together the beauty gone.
Walk on the growing grass, and chase the singing birds,
Just one evening to run on the forgotten paths.
Where fireflies still give lights,
Where wind drifts through the chimes,
Let us go where wonders wait to be found,
Where the flowers bloom and life abounds,
Where flowers now gathered round the grave of our love,
Where sorrows and loneliness have buried me,
Will you return and heal my broken heart?
Or will I forever be lost in the dark?
Let’s run through the wind and rain,
And feel the wonder of it all,
Let’s test our beliefs, and find our way,
As we hear the chimes of nature’s call.
Come back, my love, and let’s dance under the moon,
Let’s forget the pain and cherish the memories,
Let’s hold each other and find our way back home,
Oh, Dear Beloved, come and kiss me for the last time.
So, dear beloved, won’t you return,
Just for this one evening with me,
To share this moment of beauty and pain,
And then let our love forever be free?
About the Creator
Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
Muhammad Nasrullah Khan is a Pakistani-Canadian writer. His short stories are well-recognized internationally , His work has appeared in Adbusters, Evergreen review, Indiana Voice Journal, Newtopia Magazine, and many others.
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