| Dying Rose The tale was wrapped in her soulful eyes She kept them averted In one Glance Her Depths unravelled All it took was a single glance for her tragic innocence to become manifest The flower lay crumpled Deflated Ruinous Beauty Each whithering petal proclaiming unspent memories Each Dying petal weeping broken vows Her veiled face hid rivers of tears flushed eyes and streaming kohl she remained mesmerized as droplets drenched her dying rose Is it actually changing colors? "he" is never coming back... she sighed and rose not bothering to pick up dying strands Inna Lillahi Wainna Ilaihi Raji'oon. (To Him We Belong and To Him is Our Return) Alhamdullillah. -Maliha Balala |