“She fondled, cradled, pacified and hushed the wounded heart to slumber by constantly saying, It’s over. He’s not coming back.” — Ruqayya Shaheed Khan Copy Share Image
“She bid him farewell, And scrutinized his silhouette, That slowly faded in the shadows. She whispered, "Au-revoir" To the nocturnal mist.” — Ruqayya Shaheed Khan Copy Share Image
“She fondled, cradled, pacified and hushed the wounded heart to slumber by constantly saying, It’s over. He’s not coming back.” — Ruqayya Shaheed Khan Copy Share Image
