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Poems formed with raw words in the middle of the night
#america
#amsterdam
#bilingual
#broken
#brokenheart
#culture
#desi
#diaspora
#europe
#family
#india
#islam
#issues
#language
#love
#multilingual
#pakistan
#poem
#poems
#poetry
#punjabi
#religion
#southasian
#urdu
#west
As memories gently wane,
Your voice, a soft murmur,
Your face, a dream slipping away,
Moments together, a script with weathered pages,
I don't remember,
Yet the love within my mind and heart persists,
Radiating like the eternal glow of the sun and moon.
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