Desperate Times

Raw sheets blotted with the marks of misery

Spoke the story of a frightened love that never reached home

Those were desperate times when fondness had to face a hundred injuries

Love spoke to the nights and lived in the skies

It feared the sharp edges of some social norms

Which lived to rip apart the caring poles of every dome

That curtained the flavor of emotions from the vicious minds

Who were living with a myth about the love syndrome

-Muzaffar Ahmed