Whispers on the Terrace: An Evening of Solitude and Serenity





Beneath the sky, soft hues unfurl,

In a dreamy swirl, the evening’s pearl.

Coconut trees whispered, their rustling sigh,

Windows unlatched echoed low and high.

A train hummed past with a fleeting thrill,

Cats snuggled close, defying the chill.

My book lay open, its words took flight,

Blending with the breeze, a gentle delight.

Hair unbound, in the wind it soared,

A quiet magic my heart adored.



- Iqra Mohammed








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