TaranpreetKaur393
Simran
Two years have slipped through silent nights,
Where memories once sweet, now taste of bitter fights.
In the quiet corners of her diary, she writes -
A baker lost, who cannot turn sorrow into light.
Shubman
In a shadowed room, with faded pictures in hand,
He whispers to promises lost like grains of sand.
His heart heavy with guilt, beyond words' domain,
Begging for a chance to heal love's deepest pain.