This original ghazal expresses the pain of longing and the deep yearning that lingers long after a beloved is gone. The poet wanders through memories, shadows, and seasons, seeking solace in love’s absence. The imagery of moonlight, rain, and faded footsteps reflects a heart caught between memory and hope.
My heart went searching for your shade,
Alone and lost, it became your stray.
Between the tears, the scent of rain,
It wandered alleys, torn your way.
One night, remembering you, the moon burned bright,
A lamp within my soul, turned gray.
From wounded thoughts, the verses poured,
My pen became your wild ballet.
Though you have left this lonely season,
My heart longs for your touch each day.
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