Tears

Tears hold no value if left to dry on their own.

It’s the gentle touch that wipes it away

That fulfils its yearning

Be gentle with yourself, beloved

The world mocks the extraordinary

Because ordinary is safer for meek souls

(a snip of things to come in my new novel, Taqdeer, A Dance With Destiny)


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