She, A mysterious girl, stays lost within her…
Roaab Qayyum
Denying the world around her,
For her, Everything else is a blur,
Frightful of the demonic fantasies being always in a state of fear,
Lover of the world of literature looking like the literary empire,
Loving everything for what it was because she was nothing less than a connoisseur,
Reads the books, Writes affections, Reads the people, Writes emotions,
With a sea of words in her specs,
She talks wordlessly,
With her loneliness remains in search of love,
She the epitome of love,
She the mysterious girl.
Mysterious Her
