If you allow, I’ll whisper what still remains unsaid,
If I write you as my verse, no pages would be read
Mine was the dawn of love yet its torment stays,
Each sigh I breathe rekindles those sorrowed yesterdays.
If I make you my subject, the ink itself would sigh,
For what’s left to write, when your name fills the sky?
With your consent, I’ll unveil the silence I’ve kept,
For every word of love ,in my tears, has slept.
And “Noor” still writes in shadows, where the heart confides,
Between the lines of silence, her soul abides.
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Noor fatima (Pseudonym) (
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A beautiful write this is a fave
Thanks dear. You r really a good hearted person. Your appreciation always encouraged me
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