A Poem by Qalb-e-Momin for You, My Love
She beg, I go,
No light, just low.
Cold heart, no glow,
So I drift in snow.
She cry, I freeze,
No warmth, no ease.
Just storms, no peace,
Just fall, no lease.
No door, no key,
No truth in me.
I hide, I flee,
No soul, no plea.
She call, I mute,
This pain runs brute.
No root, no fruit,
Just loss, acute.
I trust, they lie,
No tears, just dry.
I breathe, then die,
No wings to fly.
They talk, I stare,
No love, no care.
Just smoke, just air,
I break, I swear.
She stay, I’m gone,
No dusk, no dawn.
Just void, moved on,
No chess, no pawn.
Author: Hassan Murtaza
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