SONG OF COMPASSION

In your letters from the airport's gate, my dear,
A love for you, profound and crystal clear,
You write to reassure my trembling fright,
As distant skies embrace your outbound flight.

Within that bustling terminal's confines,
A bird, unnoticed, lost in hopeless lines,
Ignored by all, they shun its plaintive cry,
Till fear consumes it, and it learns to die.

This sight, it stirs your heart to depths untold,
You wish to free the bird, its wings unfold,
Or seek a bird-understander's guiding grace,
To grant the trapped soul in that cramped space.

Yet you, my love, you're more than you confess,
A bird-understander, a kindness manifest,
You sing your words, a song so true and bright,
Not turning from the wounded, seeking light.

Your words, a gift, you've shared them with such grace,
And now, in kind, I give them their own space,
To show you, dearest, how they're not in vain,
For in your love, they ease my heart's own pain.

Imran Nazeer
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