Ghazal Poem

Waiting in vain, impatiently I cry.

There you were yesterday leaving with no goodbye.

Days die so soon, emptiness made me strong.

It was yesterday weaving the thought of final goodbye.

Never will it matter, I found solace in my voice.

So it was yesterday I am believing you bid goodbye.

Some say, distance is what makes the heart grow fonder.

I tried to believe this yesterday, how it meant was goodbye.

Words are just words unless it makes you stronger.

Today I believe, yesterday is stronger than the word goodbye.