And August will end…

The Zainab Experiment

I hold a glass devoid of wine,

Summer went by without daylight.

My mornings are now in gloom,

Pillows hold morning dew.

I lost a friendship that I loved,

That person is dead inside a living one.

We shared some years, those were good times.

Now, a stranger walks wearing that smile.

From one root the tree had grown,

On different branches its flowers have grown.

It is a strange feeling to have known.

Should I be happy or should I mourn?

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