The frozen river you can’t see,

It flows through your eyes,

How delicate it may be you won’t feel it,

You shan’t see the feeling it becomes,

 

Those noises it squeals,

That may turn through strong desires,

You can’t touch in such approach,

From the lightest touch it feels,

 

The atmosphere it absorbs,

Surrounds the area with great pain ambience,

You see this for a while and forget about it,

Its little touch will give full regret,

 

Straight to the heart it hits,

The pain it devour in a sudden time,

But still, it commits to memory,

The taste that still stays bitter on the tongue.

Poem Invisible Feelings By Sarah Shahzad, January 2021