"Love" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC Second Year

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

I try to fill the air with love,

But find my breaths cease within its grasp.

It's something I'd die for and live for too,

Yet it hurts me more than anything could.

Shattered into a thousand pieces,

I continue, living with the pain.

Should I kill it since I've lost myself,

Or embrace it, though it consumes me?

Confusion, grief, and melancholy,

Vexation, turmoil, all entwined,

Caused by words and woven with sorrow,

Flowing endlessly through my mind.

Love, a paradox I can't escape,

Both my destruction and my grace.

Enduring heartache, I remain,

Caught in love's unyielding embrace.