On My Mind

On My Mind short poem

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Hi… I have a name
But I don’t think it’s important now
I promised this poem a span ago
And ever since, I have been sitting here
With this pen on paper
Blank pieces on paper
But it will never mean that my mind is blank
Wondering on what to say, how to unleash these words on my throat
So much more has processed on my mind
Words that struggle to be free

If I finally managed to unleash it
Would it really paint the longing picture?
Or would it even prick that part of your heart
Dear, would you bother make time to just run through these words
Or the script would just vanish into thin air
And drift into the clouds, freeze and maybe fall as rain somewhere unknown.
For I believe the power of these words will never die
When I imagine writing, I describe her,
One who touched the core of my heart?
So I write on my mind, as best as I can, and every single time
She sounds a lot like you…yes a lot like you.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The pain just keeps on keeping on, doesn’t it!

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