Handle With Care

Handle with care
On dry dusty windswept days
Handle with care
On rain soaked and sun bleached waves of the never
It’s not that she needs your sympathy
It’s not that she is lost 
It’s not that she can’t love
It’s not that her heart is frozen or broken
But handle with care
For all those daytimes and night times she did without 
Loved left without
Was without 
Handle with care.

Copyright A.Agha