Dry Wreath

                                                    Dry Wreath
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                                                                                          By Umer Amir
                                                                                          (4th Sept 2007)

Don’t you know how it feels?
When you helplessly watch
Defeat embracing you
in his arms.

Victor walks proudly inside you
Venomous fragrance blows, someone smiles.
A fire ball circles,
pains seeps and your existence bubbles.
Your fall continues,
darkness sighs.

Yes, she is the victor,
You have lost to her.
But can she win,
What was never hers?

Her bare feet walking over your shattered being,
scattering you in more pieces.
But,
Leaving behind,
blood from her wounded feet.

Trembling and shaking,
She finally bends upon,
Kissing and hugging, dripping with tears,
your drying wreath.