Frozen.

​Frozen in time, with words unsaid and voices unheard.
Frozen like the icicles on trees that only melt in due time.
Frozen with love hidden inside and unexpressed.
Frozen, because the nature is too harsh and unbearable.
Frozen and paused while slow tears stream down the eyes.
Frozen in cold chains with no space to fly.

Ruqaiya Lokhand.

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4 thoughts on “Frozen.

  1. Lovely. Powerful. Profound. That’s the beauty of poetry as compared to prose.
    Maryam

  2. Alifyah Nek

    Beautiful

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