From Amreen’s Desk

Of Words…

For words were my friend
holding the lifeless breath of sorrow
etched within the crevices of my life.

And it chirped a cupid song
when butterflies played upon my belly
and life was red paper roses.

It was beside me like a shadow
to cast a rainbow of hope
above the silent tears of a broken heart.

It stroked a hue of love
over the untitled memories
to soothe my loneliness.

And words became my existence
when I saw them inscribed
on every wall of my heart
forming the only archive of my life.

~~~ Amreen B. Shaikh

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