Mottakeenur Rehman

Poetry and the Honest Smile

I.
You need no gold to etch your name
in the quiet light of another’s soul—
no crown, no claim, no hollow fame,
just poetry, and a smile that’s whole.

II.
Laugh—if laughter is your art.
Bring me the weight you’ve borne apart.
My joy is fleeting, faint, and few,
but take what’s left; I’ll keep it true.

III.
And when the sorrows rise like tides,
I’ll weave them into verse—
a bridge where two hearts meet,
in words, both deep and terse.