Distant Dream (English Poetry)

Distant dream has become the festive season
Like our beloved, has departed the spring season
Since many seasons, in my home and heart
Time has stood still in the waiting season
Let beloved whisper in my ear to hear
Ever so gently may return the high season
Not with standing new tentalising professions of love
Not possible to withstand loss of your trusting season
Fragrance may diffuse or may refuse and return
Let someone so inform beloved’s welcome season
For your style of love we had often pondered
To pander to your overtures, or to reason out of season.
- Parveen Shakir