Muhammad Saad
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The Garden Where Words Bloom
In a quiet garden far from noise, Where hearts find space to speak, A poet sits without being seen, Letting silence kiss his cheek. He plants his thoughts like fragile seeds, In soil made soft by rain, He waters them with gentle hope, And waits without complaint.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Ink of Gentle Voices
In the heart of Brightwell Town stood a small reading hall called The Lantern of Words. The building was old but comforting, its walls lined with shelves full of dusty poetry books that smelled like rain and history. People from the town often walked by without noticing it, except for those who loved one thing more than their morning tea—poetry.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Letters From Silent Souls
Poets are not loud people. They speak through paper, not noise. They carry feelings like treasures hidden deep inside their pockets. Most people walk past them without noticing how many stories live beneath their quiet eyes. Yet every poet is a home for someone’s lost emotion.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Song of Quiet Writers
Poets are strange in the most beautiful way. They do not speak too loudly, yet their words travel further than shouts. They carry worlds inside their hearts, but their pockets remain almost empty. They are not warriors, yet they fight battles against silence, sorrow, and misunderstanding. They stand where emotions gather and translate feelings into language.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Bench Beside the River
Every afternoon, the riverside park welcomed different faces—children playing, friends talking, strangers jogging. Yet among the noise and movement, one person always remained still. His name was Mr. Haroon, an elderly man who sat quietly on the same wooden bench near the flowing river.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Between the Lines”
Poetry is a quiet revolution. It thrives in the spaces between words, in the pauses where thoughts take shape, and in the whispers of hearts that listen to the rhythm of life. For poets, writing is not just an act—it is a communion with the world, a bridge between the seen and the unseen, the tangible and the ethereal.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
