I asked the stars
And also from the petals of this yellow rose
They all believed that the gust of wind was telling the truth that you would come
Then I asked everyone else
That neem tree
The bird that lives in it
The soft sun playing with it and the moon hiding in the twigs
I spoke to everyone one by one
And everyone says you will come
Except you 🥺
(by :Adil Saleem)