The Art Of
By Khan Hifza sajid
The Art of Loneliness
The Art of loneliness
An exotic garden,
Absence of favourite flower,
The prickly thorn,
Is how the heart yearns.
A theatre,
Full of audience,
But not your cheerleaders,
Is how the heart yearns.
Clapping hands,
An echoing Praise,
But someone else's,
Is how the heart yearns.
In the midst of bouquet,
Missing daffodils,
Scented mist
With fragrance sensitivity,
Is how the heart yearns.
-Hifza
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