What is isn't, what was wasn’t

Shaheer Agha


Flowers that bloom by the song of fire,

hope of eternal love burn down the desire,

howling at the moon,

a painful night that came so soon,

Into the garden of love,

I thought I found a home,

it was just a mere illusion,

like a stranded man finds a mairage that bought him to his doom,

birds singing and the morning dew,

many beautiful moments yet so few

a dreadful morning that came so soon. ~SA

  • Author: Shaheer Agha (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2023 05:03
  • Category: Love
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