A Poem Is Born
When the sunsets,
And birds fly back to home,
In crimson light,
I hold my pen to make a sketch.
But on these pages
You appear, my dear,
I kiss your intoxicated eyes,
A poem is born.
Creativity and stolen kisses
Spark the scenery,
Hugs and whispers intermingle
With penned verses,
A poem is born.
The canvas of twilight
Becomes our sanctuary,
Where emotions flow freely,
And love becomes the ink
That paints our story,
A poem is born
With each stroke of my pen,
I etch your essence onto the page,
Capturing the beauty of our connection,
A testament to the love
That blossoms in the twilight,
Where poetry and passion dance,
A poem is born.
Copyright © Muhammad Nasrullah Khan | Year Posted 2023
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