1811-1829A Poem by Syed Amaan AhmadRead, to understand its essence.Birth of spring from mid 1830’s womb, An Englishman, in early 20s, near an ancient tomb- An umbrella in hand, from that old country fair, Wind swooshing across lost desires without any care Damsel’s face wrapped in silk scarf- did he stare? Birth of desires from a virgin’s womb Eruption of ardor from dead’s tomb… Moments ago, his eyes explored hers whilst she trembled in her heart and that, he could not figure out or understand; Accompanied by an old lady, Flower basket in her hand, Her dainty feet, then did wane and disappear with her allure, by leaving his young soul, restless and craving for her soul… Many springs have died from nature’s countless wombs, Yet stands still, the ancient cemetery with fresh tombs… Same umbrella, worn-out and lost somewhere is the old country’s fair Traumatized wind goads his disgruntled desires, he does not care Her dark gown and scarf, still haunt- does he care? Air fluttering across his torn face, and gray hair… Mystique aura, does not dare for his grace! Same fragrance of unknown, lost damsel, every time comes and stays around his soul, the way she peeps from same old tomb… His head on her chest now- Where it is written: “Anabel Christine 1811-1829"
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