Lost again, the illusion of love it broke

Memories remain of the wit in that jest spoke

Yearning for solace, crossing the sea’s tide

In foreign lands, necessities abide

Often in dreams, I weep for those departed

Distances grew, yet their faces are charted

Love, a fragrant scent in words, enchanting

Sent as sculptures within the lines, remaining

By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt

Al Ain, UAE.

May, 2023.

Recorded….