Unfinished Song Poem by Asim Baadshah

A melody once soft and light,
Now lingers lost in silent night.
A tune once filled with golden strings,
Now only half of what it sings.

Your voice was part of every line,
Each note was yours, each chord was mine.
Yet somewhere deep between the sound,
We lost the song, we lost the ground.

Yet music never fades away,
It finds a heart, it learnt to stay.
And though the lyrics now are few,
The song still hums - it hums of you.

An unfinished tune, yet played so true,
Still echoes soft, till sings of you.
Yet in the silence, whispers stay,
A song once ours, still finds its way.

Poem by
Asim Baadshah