RETURN
As the beauty blooms,
the fear grows.
As the space widens,
the worries gather.
The chanting lips and
the concerns withen.
Turning pages, new tales
and the evolving me.
The tears in the eyes and
the bleeding heart;
are not the same.
Is it fortunate or unfortunate,
can't conclude.
You know it inside out.
The adoring heart, The bitter words.
The yearning eyes, The slumbered mind.
The unsaid words and the said ones.
Oh! You know everything.
From the restlessness to
the zest of the fifth day.
I know, it's unworthy
of your acknowledgement.
Oh! The precious.
Return, as the prayers are being snatched.
Return, as the hearts are turning.
Ā©areeza.sakeena
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