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Warda Kashif Mar 2023
My son is my rock and my daughter is the sky.
He holds me tight when I'm weak and she lets me breathe
He protects our home and she fills it with light
He gets angry and she cries
His presence is sturdy and she glows like the sun.
He keeps me safe and she keeps me young.
He will stay by my side and she will say goodbye.
My son is my rock and my daughter is the sky.
Briefly blessed to be a mother
Warda Kashif Dec 2018
the weight is tiring and the spills burn
he stays steady because hes learned
but steady is a skill the young dont have
so he moves slowly
but every movement is a distaster
defeated and in pain
he holds that heavy *** in his shaking hands forever
Warda Kashif Aug 2017
High in the sky
The castle stands strong
Each grain packed together with trust
That they may never separate from each other
The rooms fill with the laughter of a young lady
His hand graze each corner as he follows the familiar scent of his love
He wraps his arms around her waist and breaths in home
She nestles deeper into strong arms

Grey clouds in the sky
The castles stands strong
Sturdy walls stand on a solid promise
To never let go of one another
He paces from one room to another raging in silence
She sits on the edge of her bed with her head held low
He wants revenge for hurt

Sun in the sky
The castle stands strong
Clear windows look out into a bright future
Of a happy life together
Hand in hand they dance through their dreams of solitude
She looks deep in his eyes and sees his soul
He looks deep in her eyes and sees her heart

Stars in the sky
The castle stands strong
Gold ceilings as high as the queens expectations
No one could reach any higher
He hangs from the chandelier to her every word
She wants more than she deserves
The castle is not big enough for their love

Thunder and lightning rip through the sky
Tearing through the sturdy walls
A chilling wind cracking the once clear windows
Piece by piece each grain falls
It crumbles at their feet
Amongst their unforgivable brawls
The castle is only made of sand
It no longer stands tall
Warda Kashif May 2017
In the deep dark dusk of August

When the wind was still warm

This little bird was the only witness

It awoke early before the sun

Just like any other go getter would

Only to witness

The fall of a beautiful soul
To those who didn't make it. R.I.P.
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