For I have

I have cried—

For loss,

For heartbreaks,

For coming days.

I have indeed—

Fell hard,

Get stabbed,

Died for a moment.

I hardly lived.

That was a minute of life.

And I bother to pause and think.

I can’t regret—

It’s twelve, another day.

So days it’s been,

Of riddles and songs;

Of happenings and beings;

Of love and rejoicings;

As I have always dreamed.

Then He came to remind;

I can’t have them all.

So He took one;

And left me love.

With it;

I found my will.

InsyaAllah.

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