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A Love Poem, Finally๐Ÿ—บ️๐Ÿก

Scribble, Scribble, Scribble,
Crumbling another poem on paper 
without a word,
Oh! Wait, scribbling on your skin.๐ŸชŸ

The beautiful arc of the stretch marks—I always wish I had one.
Ammi had many;
she told me Nani got some after giving birth to her.

I stole a man with a scribble [strech marks]. 

Oh! I can't stop imagining the loud crackles during heavy rain-

One in his eyes that I name his cheeks a land of tears,
Other outside his window of the slurs people speak for him. 
Their ugly mindsets never come close 
to even his bin polythene. ๐Ÿ—‘️ 

The man I stole wore long sleeves to hide the stretch marks. ๐Ÿ‘”

I wore long sleeves to avoid being questioned about my favorite burnt skin,
“Hey, what kind of mark are on your neck and forearms.” ๐Ÿ‘˜

I am tired of telling them 
How much I love my burnt skin,
As they made me a living story.

Along the ocean of unbothered waves,
I'm tired of his disgust for hating his stretch marks.

Sometimes I carve a line or two, ๐Ÿ–‹️ 
a tangent 
On his warm hands making sure it's a part our favourite memory. ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿผ
The candle sways with the sound of rain. ๐ŸŒง️๐Ÿ•ฏ️ 

I cannot fix the scars, 
but I will sit with the grief,
till the pain in the eyes of my beloved fades.

Last night 
He cried for the first time 
In 3 years!
The calm constant smiling face
Piled up with regrets and remorse
Of things he never did. 

What punishment one gains,
For being the victim of any disaster?
Tears after tears
The cheeks turned red
The sobs unstoppable,
I stayed.
Swayed him in arms gently,
Till the thunder and whimper United.

What is love without companionship? 
What is love without the dilemma of falling in love with the grief? 
What is companionship without diving deep into the abyss of uncertainty?

The sun is bright this morning 
So his face 
The sunrise Orange paralleled
His tender cheeks.

The blazing red of the fajr sky 
Connected the dots well on his chapped lips
Dry, serene, and lovely. ๐Ÿ’• 

The Scene 1
Rainfall is called rehmat of Almighty 
Love is an answered dua,
Nestled bestowed Mercy. ๐Ÿ‰ 

For the first time in life
He slept without the drenched nightmare.
And I
Welcomed Love like a new guest,
Or maybe as a long lost friend,
But...
For sure in the dictionary of heart- A KINDE!๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ—บ️


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  1. Beautiful beautiful beautiful ❤️

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  2. Wow loved it ๐Ÿ˜

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    1. My Akku ✨๐ŸŒธ A big hug and bundles of prayers for you. Thank you for always being the kind human, and cool friend✨

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  4. It’s so so level up that sometimes I have keep reading many times to understand

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    1. That's such a humbling compliment. Thank you for giving your precious time for this poem. Sending you prayers ❤️๐Ÿ‰

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  5. Like you, your poem is also very beautiful, May success always kiss your feet,

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  6. Like you, your poetry is very beautiful, lots of love๐Ÿค—☺️

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  7. A beautiful person writes beautiful poetry. (●'◡'●)(❁´◡`❁)

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    1. Getting such lovely compliment from my favourite poet wasn't in my journal manifestation today๐Ÿ˜ฎ! Indeed, a god's miracle made way ๐Ÿ’™. Thank you so much, My Sejal✨๐ŸŒธ

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  8. This feels like it came straight from the soul ♥️
    Keep going..๐Ÿ˜‡

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    1. Jazakallah khair Rubina ๐ŸŒธ❤️. May Allah Subhanawultala bless you with the best๐ŸŒŠ✨

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  9. Love love love this one. Touched my heart. ❤️❤️

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    1. Thank you, my little book nerd, and a wondering wise character ❤️✨

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  10. Beautiful ❤️❤️

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