By Dr Lokman Khan
In shadows cast by moon’s soft glow,
I wrote my verses, with love’s sweet flow.
Your grace, a whispered melody,
Your strength, a beacon guiding me.
Eternal beauty graced your face,
Yet silent love held in its place.
You danced through life, unknowing, free,
While I penned verses you’d never see.
My heart, a secret garden’s bloom,
Yearned for you, despite the gloom.
And though you never knew my plight,
I’d gladly fade into the night.
For your slightest wish, a sacred plea,
A love unspoken, yet you set me free.
7 July 2024






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