By Zainab Shahid
Like an ever so slight shifting wave,
a ripple midstream, an undulation,
he had come floating adrift to my waters.
But at the long-awaited end of it all,
like a stone dislodged midstream
by the fated winds,
he roved,
pulling away from the deep
where I had been intent on him to stay.
The seasons changed with him gone
yet again,
my crystal waves meandered
as the dunes of the scorching desert,
and I had never known better
that he had been my heart-tide all along.
By Zainab Shahid
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