Poems

The Timid Lover

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The storm is coming
I see her yonder,
On the way,
Towards me,
Full of beauty and gay.

I’m afraid,
To express,
The fire,
That burns,
In my heart.

Do I dare?
What if she leaves?
What if she’s offended?
But I must tell,
How I feel.
Wait!
She said, “You’re my friend”.

          ____Muhammad Shahab.

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