Who Would ?


Who would admire the books less talked about

And words less celebrated

The allure billowing through their musty vanilla scent

Who would treasure the old photos
living dormancy in a forsaken storage room

The moments stuck inside broken
frames & faded prints

Who would pray for an old beggar

A pauper in the need of sincere hellos, lovingly cooked food

Who would take a walk to the suburban part of the city

Where sophistication relocates itself in a hopeful simplicity

Where the rooftops of almost every house

Bathe in the moonlight & laughters

Who would sing old songs

And reminisce about classic movies

When love was a bunch of roses & heartbreaking poetry 

Who would keep old greeting cards somewhere hidden

Just to adore the mist, The sweet promises in them bring

Even if their senders aren’t kind anymore

Who would look at the sky in lonely nights

Searching what’s invisible

Spotting a fallen star, in a wistful wonder

Who would read one’s palms & the web of lines there

Thinking why that darling name’s not written in them

Who would tell you I’m the one, adoring you in my soul

Wishing you were here, holding my hands,

Telling me to do all, written above & love more.

Dedicated to all that is never considered nor wished for, as it seems too petty, too futile.

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One thought on “Who Would ?

  1. Usman Ghani

    Who would read one’s palms & the web of lines there
    Thinking why that darling name’s not written in them….

    The picture it makes in a reader’s mind is so vivid. I like such poems.

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