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Laiba Mohsin Khan Poem
A Lover's life
I wouldn't be alive to ink the words
The words that may wrench your heart,
And you wouldn't be reading with this solace,
If I haven't poured these words this soft.
Died that night a lover, still laying hopeful
What's the life of a lover? All devastated!
If you're a human, you're already a lover
What awaits you is the pilgrimage
That may lead to self-discovery
How's a lover being with the love?
Exotic to him is a realm outside of his own
What he only knows is his love
Eternally, ready to be slain
And, you know what's a lover's life?
Uncertain, unimaginably wrenched
Who hasn't been devastated?
In this realm, none is untouched by love
That's a life, a lover's life
Better to be concealed from this realm.
Copyright © Laiba Mohsin Khan | Year Posted 2021
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Laiba Mohsin Khan Poem
Mystic, meaningful silence whines
Louder and louder it gets, with time
Time, my dear is a thing undefined
For ever being,it defines a life
Wandering soul, in midst of the night
Fully awakened yet, yearns to sleep
Lost in the twinkling, lost in a loss
Here comes a breeze, swaying the loss
Prohibited to me, to be dependent
And a curse to me my independence
I endured centuries, in a flash
Just to live a moment of my tale
Wandering soul, ought to be independent
Still, it searches in every being it's lost existence!
Copyright © Laiba Mohsin Khan | Year Posted 2021
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