And she left… Let’s see what happens…
I wait for the moment.. when we reunite…
I may never want to face her… whatsoever…
Would She give me the honour to hear her voice..??
Would She let me gaze upon Her incomparable beauty…??
Cannot be found in anyone else…
Yes in her and nobody else….
I wait for the moment… Atlast!
When we can meet…..
But, yet, perhaps, Alas!
Parallel lines never meet…!!

-: Note :-
This poem was written on 3rd April back in 2011, when I was 18.
It’s posted as it is, no corrections or editing has been done, so please overlook any mistakes you find.
– Ali Qureshi

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