Her skin is like milk cream
Attester is a lady with a pure soul
Honored with a distinct role
She always exists in past
What is her vision at last
Dress the glitters in a Pearl of joy, happiness
But head wounds with the dust of grief, sadness
People mostly choose the head part
Wound themselves joy apart
Sometimes it jumps into the present and then past
Ruin the actual cantiness much fast
She must cap the sure and measure
Grief, joy, moments as well as pleasure
She is assigned to painful
loneliness
Often in the depressed happiness
She must repair
Past and present to be compared
Makes strong and keeps hold
It is so precious more than gold
In deep- weakest moments
When dark-death comments
When its preyers react madly
It damages things decisive badly
So “Memories” is her secret name
Life is hidden in it often blame
We cannot always remain the same
it’s a deeply emotional game
Try to pick up it dress glitters
Do not touch thread wound withers
Stay in sadness if death is a sign
Leave grief back Move with time.
Bushra Aziz
Email : babarhavelian560@gmail.com
Location:
Abbottabad tahsil havelian
Date:
january 05, 2023
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