Where did the enemy lurk?

Mottakeenur Rehman

It was my own who plundered me.
What fury lies in gunpowder?
Love’s venom left my heart in debris.

The one I held closest to my soul,
Now drifts beyond reach—cold, untold.
No warmth of brighter days to share,
Just echoes of a love grown old.

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2025 13:50
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  • sorenbarrett

    Powerful words. Plundered by one's own no deeper wound. Gunpowder does not have that power. Very nicely written

  • Poetic Licence

    Wounds of old now becoming the enemy, nicely written

  • sunshine777

    That's real, deep poem



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