I can't find a word to capture my sorrow, a grief borrowed from the divine.
I long for a melody that would echo louder than a desperate plea of Paris of Troy.
Your kiss was fatal, a gift given on our parting day. Love still torments me, a tempest of unconquerable desires stirs within, while restless fantasies strip away the comfort of lies.
Tears are wasted beneath a sky aching with crimson pain. Solitary words cradle my fragile heart. I return, though the heavens still thirst for a sip of a gentle star.
A word unspoken between us, unwilling to face tomorrow, unready to endure the silence blanketing our hearts with solitude.
Before my final breath, I will bid a tender farewell to my adversaries.
One day, it will be beautiful, I swear to you, my killer, my love. Yet it's hard to untangle the memories that haunt my lingering shadow.
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Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
I reside in Canada, where the natural beauty fuels my poetry. Literature is my passion, as I believe it has the power to unite humanity, bridging divides and fostering compassion.
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