When Dawn Remembers Love

This ghazal speaks of hope’s quiet endurance. Even through darkness and loss, the poet believes in the return of light — not as a distant miracle, but as something born from within the ashes of faith. It’s a whisper of renewal, where love becomes both the wound and the cure.

To night, I gave my heart — afraid of time’s storm,

Yet dawn shall rise again from the endless form.

If from dark soil one day a flower grows,

It’s love that never dies, as the heart still knows.

With tears, you cleanse my mirror anew,

For none but you shine in this sky’s blue.

You came — and life became a breeze again,

Your smile revived the soul of all men.