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Imaan Asif Aug 2024
The tears came as I held the pen,
I don't want to do this,
I yelled in my head; then,
The mountains tumbled,
The rivers dried,
The flowers crumpled,
And I cried,
It hurts - much,
I don't want to do this,
But I have to,
Its been decades since I've been lost,
Maybe I want to,
Find myself again,
Pick up my pieces as it rains,
Because the tears came as I held the pen
Go find yourself.
Imaan Asif Aug 2024
I'm wearing away,
slowly and gradually,
not like dust,
or the sand one wave can wash away,
but like how glaciers melt leisurely,
and that dried flower in your book,
I can be here only if time could betray

— The End —