I have read what he’s written
The words have reached me…
Across continents
When it is…just the time
The zahir .. it is!
And like him…I shall fight!
And learn to love
Will go through gladly
Everything
For the sake of love!
The zahir .. it is!
I shall wait then
For him to return
Because I have learnt
That when the Zahir goes…love returns!
And at the end of my life
At my epitaph
It shall be written
She died…while she lived!
On the stone that shall guard my body
Shall be engraved
My stories
My words
My life
For I remember now
What my dream is
To realize
In this life
Before I die
I shall be a writer!
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