WE’RE MADE OF LOVE
By Adeeba Arshad
Identifies with the nation of Pakistan
When the sun blooms after a rainy hour and you smell the pakora,
The sound of oil grizzle through the wind,
Your mom calls you in case they get cold
When you eat the fruits and say they're so sweet
And next day you see the basket of them
Laying on the ground waiting for your glimpse
When you call your friend and say you won't be there
And next day you find your friend didn't go
When you wait for the clock, to strike a certain 12,
And your friends write notes in the classes you didn't went
And you share all the food in the name of I'm too full
And they hit you with a message if you made it home.
And your bench has been saved before you even came
And whatever they all saw, it reminded them of you
Love is the sweetest liquid poured down
Bees went for it but then settled for honey.
It travels the seven seas in the boat of beloved
And the divine searched for it in all the buds of souls;
The songs heard by wanderers
Enchanted by nightingale
Saints thirst for it
And devils have quite lost it
The rose went for being red
It's all in the name of love.
Adeeba Arshad is a 19 year old student currently studying psychology. She has had a knack of writing since she was 10. At the age of 15, she went through a lot of changes in her life and whenever she couldn't hold all that she felt, she wrote it down. That habit became a hobby and whoever read it, suggested sharing it. She made an Instagram account solely to share her writings and now she's happy doing so. Probably someone who reads and thinks way too much and ends up writing to get rid of what she thought. A lover of Russian classics and chess. You can probably talk to her over anything as long as it's not surface level.