Story of a Poet: #51. I don’t miss you.

Note: The last time I put up a poem on my blog was over two years ago. Treat me just well fellas!

Feels of My Last Breath

How about a Good-Bye note?

How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.

"Every night, I tell my heart that I am strong and tough. But, sometimes I just miss, being missed by you."

But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?

I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.

She loved the cage; not Me.

This is an Urdu post. Trying to put emotions into words.

A very short story to redefine Mother-Son love.