By Kahkashan Bano

Every time I looked for love,
I found grief’s sad face
rubbing it’s grime on mine.

I waited for long to give love a hug . . .
To scream out that I needed it so much !
But I was startled when every time
my fists opened up with an
emptiness that swallowed away
all my wishes ruthlessly.

Thus grief became my song.
A song that keeps secretly
building up inside your body
when life seems grey and you
remain as a dot inside a loop
of never ending questions . . .

Kahkashan Bano, an English graduate, loves writing poetry.

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