We are all fading slowly,
Wandering in our own circles,
Not treading on unfamiliar paths,
Not speaking to a stranger,
Not sharing the whispers of our hearts.
We do not listen to others’ pain,
Nor share our own silent sorrows,
Each of us lost in our own way,
Walking with heads bowed low,
Unmoved by the changing seasons.
We miss the chirping of the birds,
And the sweet fragrance in the air,
Caught in a haze of indifference,
Each moment slipping away,
As we fade silently, step by step.
About the Creator
Abdullah Khan
I'm Abdullah, a 20-year-old ICMA(Pakistan) student and aspiring writer. Passionate about storytelling, I aim to connect with readers and spark meaningful conversations through my unique perspective.
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Beautiful
Impressive!