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.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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- Published: May 14th, 2025 00:23
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Comments2
Here are poetic words indeed speaking truth in verse that rings true and clear. A fave
Thanks a lot ..now you become the flow of inspiration for me.
...And you do it well! I really enjoyed this piece..
Thanks a lot for your precious remark.
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