THE BRIDGE

The Pair of Shoes by Komal Naeem - Pakistan

Night was falling hurriedly. A little boy aged nine with disheveled hair, wearing dirty trousers and a worn out coat was returning home after a long day. He had a bucket of soap water in his one hand, a cleaning cloth in the other. He had no shoes in his feet and was only wearing a ragged pair of socks. He seemed to be in a hurry, taking big steps with small feet. Soon he entered a quiet, dark and cold neighborhood with a single lamp post by the end of the street. Panting heavily he sat under the lamp post and started counting some broken money and coins from his hands and pockets...

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The Serenity I Long For! by Komal Naeem - Pakistan

The Serenity I long for,
Is to not think what happens tomorrow,
But be able to reside only in the present.
So that my heart’s silent,
and never desires anything more.
The Serenity I long for,
Is when all I hear around,
Is the Earth’s sound,
When it revolves on its axis...

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Faith in Divinity by Komal Naeem - Pakistan

When you lose yourself,

in the darkest times.

You feel yourself entrapped,

and the walls are closing in on you.

You drag yourself every day,

from one hopeless situation to another.

You feel like letting yourself go,

in the abyss around.

But...

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Aches And Powers Of Love by Komal Naeem - Pakistan

Like a moon that waxes and wanes at times,

So does love when it goes through its phases sometimes.

Love isn’t just a pure and simple emotion,

Bringing only sunshine and eternal devotion.

Consider the pain and sufferings that linger at its core,

Turning the lover into someone,

beloved doesn’t recognize anymore.

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