Her Fragrance Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Her Fragrance



When her light disappears from my room
I'm drowned into her fragrance
All my unsaid words go lost
Unexpressed buckets of feelings go beyond measurement
I'm caught into a constant clash
Where my thoughts and feelings fight for your light
Every single painted world comes to fall down
And amidst the border of reality and illusion
I hang like a dead, dry leaf
Which neither has existence nor emancipation!

Her Fragrance
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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Aadil Hingorjo

Aadil Hingorjo

Sanghar, Sindh, Pakistan
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