Reading is therapy.<br>Writing is the cure.
In his forlorn constellation She was a sparkling star. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin
She built up the mountains of future With her beautiful present high enough So that past wouldn’t climb to greet her. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin.
Grains of sand on the way Gives direction of Incoming waves. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin
Ocean of words Sighs softly in my pain Roars louder than my beat Strikes strongly at my soul And voyages calmly in my poetry. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin
She was a flower With aroma in her verses. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin
Facade hearts Homeless emotions Meaningless distances Prevails In Arid behavior. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin.
Let’s give a splash to Conflicting hues Retarding your goals To prosper. ©Aafia Muhammad Amin