Whispers of a Broken Moon
A Tale of Love, Loss and Longing
This ghazal beautifully captures the depth of longing and heartache that love can bring. The poet weaves a tale of passion, betrayal, and the lingering pain of memories. The imagery of the moon, wind, and shadows adds a mystical touch, painting a picture of love that both elevates and devastates.
I tied my heart to the moonlit night, yet it left me torn,
Love came like a mad tempest and shattered me forlorn.
Tears gleamed in the morning’s eye, gazing deep in mine,
Left with echoes of its whispers, my heart sings a mournful rhyme.
I gave my soul to a fleeting dream that drifted far,
The wind sighed soft and gentle, yet wrecked me like a scar.
A shadow appeared within the mirror’s silent glow,
Came with a fevered smile, yet left me drowning in woe.
Oh, if love had mercy, just a moment to bestow,
The one who broke his promise, left me lost in sorrow’s flow.
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