#poetry

Mon Amour! Let’s weave our story in verses, dreary is the world mortal, Sculpting a fluid haven we’ll journey across realms surreal, Our souls would be garlanded with fragrant lyrical…

Let’s sculpt the sky and sift the stars, Garner moonbeams and hide our scars, Weave fond stories ‘midst argent clouds,  Far away from the thronging crowds,  Nurture ardent love, ne’er…

Ceaseless bombs and raining bullets, Innocent lives sadly became the destined targets, Incessant pleas, in vain fell on deaf ears, Blood-bathed bodies seemed muted with dried-up tears, Fractured homes collapsed…