Our Anniversary
- Mahrukh Qasim

- Mar 14, 2022
- 1 min read
Never would he forget this day.
Year after year,
What significance it bear?
Nor let me slip away,
Such a game would he play.
My heart always drew near
Every little wish he so held dear
For me to tread a bed of roses he lay
Sensitive to sense every sentiment.
Despite disparities his never faltering commitment
Signing to be bound,
Yet he taught me to leave ground.
And soar higher and higher,
Without judgmental of my intentions ever.


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