Aadil Ghulam Bhat [Poet & Novels writer] Born on 02- 04 - 1999 She was oasis to my desert. A sun of hope to my heart. The whispers of affection. A red whinny ink unto my pen. A freedom of a prisoner My nightingale, a beautiful listner. A bunch of words to my poetry. A poem decorated with imagery. She was moonlight in my darkness, A balm of solace to my distress. The echoes of sweet devotion, A golden sonnet in constant motion. A liberty to my captive soul, Making broken hearts whole. She is verses in my rhyme, An art painted with over time. She was the calm before the storm, A rainbow after the rain has worn. The anchor in my stormy sea, A melody in the chaos, wild and free. The heavenly muse that fueled my art, A beating rhythm in my lonely heart. She was a sunrise after the night, A haven where everything felt right. Now she is water to a flaming fire, A faulty, busted, twisted wire. A colourless resistor to my current, A cloudy fade unto my Crescent, She is now "Azrae...