when my love died

And one eventide

she finally died

As she confessed her love

afore, & I denied. 

I make her to be garbed

in attire so white

& made her hair the way;

she desired being a bride 

I placed a ring mumbling

you're mine.

I moved onward to close the box 

& to leave her in so dark

churchyard 

That moment I felt my psyche

wrenching 

& realised how I lost my scarce thing

Placing her body into the grave,

I shrieked I cried 

noxious orchids , unconscious me

memories of her in my mind

Haunting me, Asking me

Why ? Am I very late 

Slumber with that smile

sweetheart! take rest .

~Ayat