RAZI TAHIR
I remember when she went to Jammu land,
Promising to mend things with a plan,
After her return, we’d talk to my kin,
About our love, so deep within.
I toiled day and night, fueled by desire,
Building a future, setting hearts on fire.
Anticipation swelled as days slipped away,
Hoping her return would bring love’s perfect display.
I recall, I finished my prayers each morn,
Seeking divine favor for love to be born.
Beseeching her strength, support, and care,
To navigate challenges we were about to share.
Yet as I waited, longing for her call’s decree,
Fate intervened, delivering anguish unto me.
An unknown number rang, trembling in my hand,
An omen of darkness, a message I couldn’t withstand.
“We’ve found this phone,” the voice began to explain,
“And an accident occurred, where all lives were slain.
No survivors remain, including the driver too,
A tragedy so tragic, I can’t fathom it’s true.”
I remember that call, forever forever burned,
A harbinger of sorrow, a dark omen earned.
Oh, the pain it inflicted, a wound in my soul.
I can’t write anymore as tears roll.
Razi Tahir ✍️
