Poem: I Wish I Were a Bird

Words by AQSA


 I Wish I Were a Bird 🐦⭐

I wish I were a bird,
With no heart to ache, no feelings to break.
No tears to hide in silence,
No wounds I carry awake.

I’d fly across the endless sky,
Where no eyes could ever find me,
Searching for a safe corner,
A place where only peace surrounds me.

No questions on the final day,
No anger from the One above,
Just a heart without its weight,
No sorrow, pain, or love.

I wouldn’t run to people for comfort,
Nor cry when they let me go.
No hope, no broken promises,
No scars that only grow.

And so I keep this longing,
A wish that cuts so deep....
If only I were a bird,

I’d finally learn to sleep                                                                                                                                                                      _AQSA JABEEN

                    

 

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