The songbirds chirped her poetry through the cracks of his broken dreams

The world they had built was accepted, and as they kept walking together the mountains moved in admiration

Their mohabbat drifted through rays dancing in fluids through the fresh springs, as they walked hand in hand through the Himalayan mountains

You took away the meaning of temporary and threw the winds of eternity at me

You are my source of comfort when people bury words of judgement near the roots of my home