By Aaisha Umt Ur Rashid
When waited I,
To see your face
When stopped the time
My heartbeat’s pace
When I became a worthless bum
You did not come!
When help I got
From none around
When death arrived
And made me bound
To drink the sorrow’s poisonous rum
You did not come!
You said you will
But cared not so
And left me there
So long ago
When all my pleasures ceased to hum
You did not come!
I waited but
You did not come!
Copyright 2024 Rashid
Aaisha Umt Ur Rashid is a poet, prose writer, editor and translator who is also Senior Lecturer in the Department of English at the Lahore College for Women University, in Lahore Pakistan. She is also the initiator of The Bridge – a unique venture that aims to connect writers around the globe. Her third anthology as editor has been published by Fiction House Publishers in Lahore, Pakistan. Titled The Bridge Volume III, the anthology features writers from Pakistan and Nigeria, showcasing powerful stories and poems on the theme of RACE. Recently she hosted a creative writing workshop focused on short fiction, specially designed for teachers and students of creative writing at our university and its affiliated colleges. In November, she will be working as a focal person for an International Conference that we are organizing in our University on Narratives of Resilience: Exploring Resurgence in Global Literature with online sessions to engage scholars from various countries.
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