The Tryst — Azam Ali

In the tumult of youth I forgot about your promise Of our tryst My love for live overflowed In the death of your splendor

And now as I make haste Towards my own death My pride breaks Under its own weight

The clamor of truth Beats steadily in my breast As your love Tears into the sheath of my pain

The sin is mine And I weep at my unworthiness To tend your garden