Beautiful End
You are the dream,
I dared to see,
albeit knowing my somber eyes
might be daydreaming for a while.
You are the song,
I dared to sing,
hoping the world won't comprehend
your imperfect lyrics the way I did.
You, calm as evening breeze,
I let you touch my soul,
when mundane days of life
made me look for left pieces of peace,
You, my broken beloved,
I let my heart witness you like a miracle,
without thinking how beyond repair
you might leave me.
You are that incomplete poem,
I happened to scribble effortlessly,
hiding my silent sighs of chaotic longing
behind pale poetic verses.
You are my north star so far away,
I wish to wish upon,
that someday you'll be the beautiful end
to my ceaseless waiting.
Copyright © Ayesha Iqbal | Year Posted 2023
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