"My Toy Is Gone"
I gave you my marble,
My crayon, my string—
You said you would stay,
You promised me spring.
We built little castles
With pillows and dreams,
But now you're just silence
And faraway things.
I wait by the window,
My hands on the pane—
The rain knows my name now,
It falls just the same.
I don’t understand it,
What did I do wrong?
I just wanted friendship…
And you were my song.
About the Creator
Israr khan
I write to bring attention to the voices and faces of the missing, the unheard, and the forgotten. , — raising awareness, sparking hope, and keeping the search alive. Every person has a story. Every story deserves to be told.
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So beautifull poem bro i like it.do not forget me to support bro.