Hiba KhanA1G1
The emptiness right beneath my skin,
The coldness in my voice.
The gentle echos that are going thin,
The ones that considers it noise.
The times when it was all divine,
The sorrow that has now been created.
The thoughts and imagination of my shrine,
The days when I was hated.
The wildness of the age of ignorance,
The repeated remembrance of history.
The connections which try to make relevance,
The ambiguity creating this mystery.
The horizon that is arching above,
The sky that tends to link us.
The knowledge of nature translated in love,
The foolish ones making all the fuss.
The light that yet misunderstands me,
The dark which embraces me within.
The stars; which will be mine one day,
The hope; One day I will win.
1 comment:
i m hopeful :D that we win will toughest contests of life... InshaAllah
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