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Truth by Hamda Rafaaqat - Pakistan

We seek the truth, a distant, fleeting thing,

Our hearts ache for its touch, but still we dream—

It’s not the truth we crave, but what it brings,

A hope that fades like echoes in a stream...

When first we met,

You were a stranger, an enigma to me,

Yet in you, I found a kindred spirit,

A soul who offered me solace.

You appeared at my threshold,

A gentle rapping on my door...

Why do you wait for magic's gentle hue,

Crafted in woman's womb, a spark so true?

At first,

She feels discomfort in her stride,

A stranger to herself, emotions collide.

Confused,

She can't discern joy from sorrow,

As adolescence dawns, a new tomorrow.

In skies of colors, where clouds gently weep,

Resembles the womb, where life's secrets keep.

Like rain cascading in crimson's embrace,

The uterus whispers of life's tender grace.

Was not it a miracle to you?...