Destiny played it's game beautifully.
At first, it brought them together.
Gave millions of beautiful memories
Plenty of happiness.
It was precious for both of them.
Never had a thought of losing it.
Then,
It just seperated them.
Like they haven't ever met.
Those millions of beautiful memories running through their mind were tried to be buried.
But still it's alive.
Alive,
With a hope.
A hope,
To be together again.
It wasn't their fault.
It was destiny who played it's game.
~Mehreen Sheikh~
YOU ARE READING
Heart Speaks...
PoetryThere is no real description for it. This is all about the poems I've written or tried to write. Everything this heart speaks is written in this.
