What If I Didnt Meet You
My voice remains so low ,
Yet I try to reach you .
My head is all mixed with philosophies of the world in which
I mention you .
I cry out loud in the silence that I never longed for.
You saw me take that, which was not meant to be mine anymore .
Yet I think where I would be if you didnt spoil me.
But you changed me to know everything that would hurt me .
Yet I think what If I didnt meet you .
- ARZOO AKBAR
Copyright © Arzoo Akbar | Year Posted 2020
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