The Morning Poem by Umar Farooq

The morning pours gold on the pale blue sky.
From a silent balcony, I breath a sigh.
Below, red roses blush, white lilies gleam.
Green leaves whisper echoes of a broken dream.
I stand obsessed with love time left behind.
Her laughter still blooming inside my mind.
We spent soft hours where Jasmine grew.
Each petal remembers what we once knew.
The sun climbs higher, a promise, a scar.
It teaches me how to live alone, yet far.
I turn to the light, let the past take wing.
Umar greets what mornings bring.