Apology

I left

Thinking the sun was safely

wrapped up

in a bundle of clothes

at the bottom of my bag

but leaving in such a hurry

I didn’t realize I left

the sun

in your chest

your palms pressed against

the spot that burns with

fury

tears the sun cried

as I left

without a good bye

I didn’t understand how much

I would need it

Till I emptied my bag

And found echoes

Of my inaudible past dancing with

My regret

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Manar Ali

Manar started writing poetry when she was 10 years old. But she spiralled into depression and lost track of writing because she was constantly searching for some sort of light in the abyss in which she was trapped. Manar learnt very recently that her name means light and she realised that she was so caught up in looking for the light when she literally was the light.