A face I see, a name I don't recall,
A ghost of presence in a crowded hall.
Her eyes may hold a story yet untold,
A smile that hides a world both young and old.
"I don't know her," the simple phrase I say,
Yet something stirs within me, can't explain away.
A flicker of recognition, faint and brief,
A memory lost, a phantom in belief.
Was it a laugh that echoed in the past?
A shared moment, fleeting, meant to last?
Or just a stranger in this bustling scene,
Two souls adrift on an uncharted stream.
The "I don't know her" weighs heavy on my tongue,
A yearning for a connection, yet unsung.
Perhaps it's better left within the veil,
A mystery to ponder, a whispered tale.
But in the hush, a thought begins to bloom,
Maybe knowing isn't what dispels the gloom.
The spark of wonder, the intrigue that binds,
A chance encounter that leaves a mark behind.
So "I don't know her" holds a beauty true,
A world of possibilities, waiting to accrue.
For sometimes strangers hold a hidden key,
To unlock a chapter, meant for you and me.
About the Creator
Muhammad Safdar
I'm a writer with a passion for both storytelling and connection. I believe strong relationships are the cornerstone of a fulfilling life, and I'm here to help you build one that thrives.
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Comments (2)
Hey, dear friend, a beautiful work. Happy to read more poems from you so, I subscribed you. Awesome!!!🥰!
why you don't know?