a repaired heart

a repaired heart


springs to summer,
summer to winter.
from night to days,
from days to weeks.
it stills pain,
it is not still able to gain,
no medicine there to cure,
no herbs to eat to get cure,
from the time you.
have gone the heart pain.
one day and the previous day,
i decided to make it to repair.
but my heart was lot more in pain,
again and again.

though the day have been converted to years,
and the past have been converted to memories.
but still this repaired heart gives me pain
when i try to love and move and on,
i find no one better then you.
Alas! you found death to be better then me.
i remember how easily,
you use to say,
we will die together one day.
i use to get annoyed,
you use to hold my hand.
in the present you have,
you have betrayed me,
you died alone living me.
i cried and cried but you were not there to hold my hand.
was i so bad that you left me in pain..

my heart needs a repair,
if not a repAir then a replacement.
for i cant live in this world,
with this heart that loved.
you so much than no one in the heart,
i find no cure no doctor can cure,
no surgeon can repair,
for i need it needs your company
to get repair.
only the thing that makes me alive,
is the love wich you gave me in your life,
that love pushes my heart to beat,
and in this lonely world
i keep my self alive,
so what if i am alone.
i can live in this world alone,
waiting for you,
not till the death,
but the death after,
when you will meet me.
i surely ask was my love was not enough to keep you alive.
till my waiting time gets over,
i will make my heart slowly repair.
so that when i meet you,
i can make love to you.
a love wich will never allow you to die,
til then  I am repairing my heart.
no by medicine and surgeons,
but by sweet memories.

a work of fahad khan/prince khan.