Mira Begum

Some stories remain unfinished,
Some desires remain incomplete,
Some words remain unsaid,
Some memories cannot be forgotten.
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Our life unfolds like Newton's Third law,
A balance struck without a single flow.
Just as every action meets a reaction in its wake,
For every moment of joy, a double sorrow we take.
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I could never change the hand of fate,
Nor gather dreams that shattered late.
This heart was broken, torn apart,
I could never mend my fractured heart.
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Perhaps I am not the one you desire,
Perhaps I am not the one you wish to see.
Perhaps I am not the one you want to make your own,
But I am the one you keep encountering, though you are not mine.
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There is so much I long to say,
But no one to lend an ear.

Many there are who misunderstand,
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Often in my solitude, in the broken dreams I see,
In the unfulfilled wishes, that often shattered look at me.
In my heart, a strange restlessness does lie,
With which every single day, entangled, I get by.
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Everyone lives on a glimmer of hope,
But when that anchor breaks away,
It feels as though the world has ceased,
And no reason remains to face the day.
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