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.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
Online) - Published: April 16th, 2025 13:50
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