Scars
You don’t know how much I feel.
Just to get my own self healed.
Time may pass and go leaving behind the scars.
Just don’t stand behind; You move forward.
Time maybe the medicine for my pain.
But you live in my scar.
I admit it was my mistake to always listen to my heart,
Keeping mind aside.
We met again but
Now I was unknown to you for your gain.
But I know you very well,
Just because you are the scar which will never heal.
~~~~~Mehreen Sheikh~~~~~









lovely words! this poem has a beautiful cadence and i am fascinated especially by the mysterious allusion at the end to meeting the scar once again, ans that you were unknown to them. how very sad but affirming and i would say even empowering in the sense of disillusionment. excellent work! keep writing!