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“Like the florets of a frail dandelion
That disperse at the slightest gust of wind,
She lets you go in the trance-like mist,
Of the nocturnal sky.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan

“She traced an imaginary line
On the endlessly nocturnal sky.
Only to locate the north
Which seemed so near,
Yet so far.
For the compass she had
Was cracked and broken.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan

“She fondled, cradled, pacified and hushed the wounded heart to slumber by constantly saying,
It’s over. He’s not coming back.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan

“She bid him farewell,
And scrutinized his silhouette,
That slowly faded in the shadows.
She whispered,
"Au-revoir"
To the nocturnal mist.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan