The Lamp That Waited Through the Night

This ghazal explores the delicate intersection of memory and hope. Under moonlight and drifting jasmine fragrance, the poet finds traces of a beloved presence hidden within ordinary moments. It is a meditation on waiting, resilience, and the quiet beauty of enduring affection.

Moonlight poured itself upon the courtyard’s silent pool,

And your reflection filled the night with memories gentle and full.

From afar, the scent of jasmine traveled on the breeze,

As though someone had scattered hope among the trees.

Every weary leaf carried a tale of waiting untold,

Autumn poured its sorrow into life’s garden of gold.

I remain beside a lamp that still refuses to fade,

Perhaps your passing touch will steady the light it made.