Friendship
The Final Stanza
Lila stood by the window, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the wooden desk where her father had written his poems. The room, which used to hum with the quiet rhythm of his typewriter, now stood still. The air was thick with nostalgia and the heavy weight of her father’s absence. He had passed away six months ago, and though Lila had returned to the house to settle his belongings, something always held her back from going through his final things.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Poets
