trembling of my بدن
Muffled dhikrs ،
And the tears ،
Were witnessed by the جانماز I sat on۔
My mind was fogged
Perhaps it's the winter season ۔
The آواز in my throat refused to let out۔
The veins have been popping with my anguish۔
I felt like everything is shutting off around me ۔
Or the eyelids felt too numb , fatigued۔
The walls that backed me up drenched by my sweats and tears۔
Incoherent whimpers were unheard by the اذان
Weakened muscles were ready to give themselves up ,
With the feeble consciousness and striding heartbeats.
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Gravestones of survival.
Poetry~People often misunderstand my gravestones of survivals into piece of art.~ Random pieces of poetry.
