If it is meant for you, it will stay,

No matter the distance that stands in the way.

Through seasons of silence, through nights cold and blue,

What truly is destined will still reach you.

Not every blessing arrives on time,

Some bloom slowly like unfinished rhyme.

But what bears your name will never confuse,

For fate does not hand your heart what you lose.

So loosen your grip on what wishes to leave,

Not every goodbye is made to grieve.

For what is your portion will return anew,

Soft as the morning, yet certain and true.

A. Noor✍️