By Urwah Rafiq
The subfusc wintery morning
N that lazy morning wind
Caressing my messed up hair
Making me feel sleepy again
Nd my wishes that are frozen
Hanging on the gloomy walls of heart
Like the wind bells on the cracked wall
Making noise to wake me up from my dreamy world
Peeping thru window I saw all the ways
Draped in the blanket of despondency
Like the fog where nothing seems visible
Nd sun is on holiday today… no ray of hope coming from anywhere
All of a sudden my heart received a message from skies
“this too shall pass
come let’s meet on the east side,
a place where sun never sets
my beloved”
Urwah Rafiq loves to write poetry, which she believes is the only healer.