FIRST RAIN
Lights went off, I stood in my corridor,
Breeze touched my cheeks,
Well, it could be usual though.
By the time dusk occurred earlier,
I can't see the sky with sun anymore.
Breeze became cool and lighter,
I thought to have tea,
For a minute I left for the kitchen,
Wispy pearls falling, I see.
It is like a farmer pouring his love
Into the barren field.
Is this illusion or the beginninga
Of something new will?
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Ink & Ishq ( english - urdu poetry )
Poetry**Ink & Ishq: A Melodic Fusion of Words and Emotions** Dive into the enchanting world of 'Ink & Ishq,' where the universal language of poetry bridges the gap between English and Urdu. This exquisite collection of verses beautifully weaves the intric...
