A Change
With a bruised heart, ragged due to stern ;full of scar,
Carried a pain within me which reached above its par.
Waited for someone like a dying dry land waits for the rain.
With a hope that she would kindle the desire in me to smile again.
And the cloud overloaded with the phoenix tears came thundering, hiding the sun's shine.
It rained heavily on my scars and a drop fell upon my life, in disguise of a girl ; demi-divine.
A smiling charmcaster, who casted the spell which healed my inner vexation.
When no one was around me, she stood by my side in times I felt the humilation.
Wiith her I found light in every hollow,
Even the deepest pain within me, felt to be very shallow.
I found beauty even in the shattered pieces of glass.
She gave a new life to this soul, which was a meadow without any grass.
Copyright © Mirza Kashif | Year Posted 2018
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