This poem dives into the battlefield where trust stands guard and desire becomes the traitor.
Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,
they are inseparable friends and diehard lovers
They walk hand in hand, on the path of life,
their shadows becoming one with the passage of time
Fate plays merrily, its shiny golden fife,
while deep lines are etched on faces, still in their prime
Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,
strangers to each other, but intimate under covers
They act like true enemies, sworn and so old,
with curved scimitars drawn, ready to draw blood
Love banishes betrayal to hell; it’s a move so bold,
while betrayal hides itself, yellow scorpion in the mud
Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,
trust is a formidable wall as betrayal discovers
Betrayal tries to sneak in while looking for a door,
but faith guards all doors; it stands a steady vigil
With each of betrayal’s tries, love becomes a strong boar,
while the trust becomes absolute, being bound by a sigil
Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,
distance pulls them closer with no gaps and no buffers
When betrayal seeks an audience, love shuns it away,
though betrayal is insistent, love just stands its ground
But then the light hides in the shadows of a sky so grey,
while hope breathes its last, loudly barks the hellhound
Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,
fate has one last plan, which she quickly uncovers
Desire whispers to love, her voice so poisonously sweet,
it makes promises of pleasure, the prospect of deniability
Love finally surrenders to desire and agrees to cheat,
it chooses to embrace betrayal, forgetting all nobility
Love and betrayal are two friends and two lovers,
desire always hides guilt, as in the end, love discovers
But when love pushes betrayal away, it doesn’t let go,
‘Why?’ love asks, while engaged in a deadly struggle
‘Listen!’ betrayal whispers, ‘if you must know’,
‘we are two balls that fate must always juggle’
Shehryar khawar 