Tears On Withered Petals Poem by AFFAQ NABI

When hidden from the world's inquisitive sight,
Our deepest longings, like dawn's dearest breeze,
Clasp petals of the heart, in the silent night,
And weep for wounds that none but we can seize.
The world, unmoved by sorrow's plaintive cry,
Leads heart through labyrinths of despair,
Where life's fervor fades, and the stories die,
And in its cold, austere embrace, we share.
Still O, rose, your beauty blooms for others' gaze,
But withers in the somber space of self,
Where naught shines radiant but misty haze,
And time cannot efface the tears we weep and tell.
You, sweet bird, whose song in spring rains charms,
Who shall recall you in joy's verdant plains?