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The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for YouđŸŒŋ اŲ„بابُ اŲ„Ø°ŲŠ ØŦذبŲ†ŲŠ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ اŲ„دا؎Ų„، ŲˆØ§Ų„Øŗؚاد؊ُ اŲ„ØĒŲŠ ØĒØąŲƒØĒُŲ‡Ø§ Ų„Ųƒ✍️ Poem / Ų‚ØĩŲŠØ¯ØŠThe hospital door pulled me inside,Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call.I stood there carrying unfinished prayers,While your laughter lived elsewhere, untouched by it all.بابُ اŲ„Ų…ØŗØĒØ´ŲŲ‰ ØŦذبŲ†ŲŠ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ اŲ„دا؎Ų„،Ų„ا باŲ„Ų‚ŲˆØŠ، بŲ„ بŲ†Ø¯Ø§ØĄ اŲ„Ų‚Ø¯Øą اŲ„ØĩاŲ…ØĒ.ŲˆŲ‚ŲØĒُ حاŲ…Ų„اً دؚŲˆØ§ØĒٍ Ų„Ų… ØĒŲƒØĒŲ…Ų„،بŲŠŲ†Ų…ا ŲƒØ§Ų†ØĒ ØļØ­ŲƒØĒŲƒ ŲŲŠ Ų…ŲƒØ§Ų†ٍ ØĸØŽØą، بؚŲŠØ¯ØŠً ØšŲ† ŲƒŲ„ Ø´ŲŠØĄ.Here, time does not count hours,

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đŸŒŋ The Door That Pulled Me In, and the Happiness I Left for You đŸŒŋ اŲ„بابُ اŲ„Ø°ŲŠ ØŦذبŲ†ŲŠ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ اŲ„دا؎Ų„، ŲˆØ§Ų„Øŗؚاد؊ُ اŲ„ØĒŲŠ ØĒØąŲƒØĒُŲ‡Ø§ Ų„Ųƒ ✍️ Poem / Ų‚ØĩŲŠØ¯ØŠ The hospital door pulled me inside, Not with force, but with fate’s quiet call. I stood there carrying unfinished prayers, While your laughter lived elsewhere, untouched by it all. بابُ اŲ„Ų…ØŗØĒØ´ŲŲ‰ ØŦذبŲ†ŲŠ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ اŲ„دا؎Ų„، Ų„ا باŲ„Ų‚ŲˆØŠ، بŲ„ بŲ†Ø¯Ø§ØĄ اŲ„Ų‚Ø¯Øą اŲ„ØĩاŲ…ØĒ. ŲˆŲ‚ŲØĒُ حاŲ…Ų„اً دؚŲˆØ§ØĒٍ Ų„Ų… ØĒŲƒØĒŲ…Ų„، بŲŠŲ†Ų…ا ŲƒØ§Ų†ØĒ ØļØ­ŲƒØĒŲƒ ŲŲŠ Ų…ŲƒØ§Ų†ٍ ØĸØŽØą، بؚŲŠØ¯ØŠً ØšŲ† ŲƒŲ„ Ø´ŲŠØĄ. Here, time does not count hours, It counts breaths—one after another. May the feast of happiness belong to your destiny, Even if mine remains silent and hungry. Ų‡Ų†Ø§ Ų„ا ŲŠØšØ¯ّ اŲ„Ø˛Ų…Ų† اŲ„ØŗاؚاØĒ، بŲ„ ŲŠØ­ØĩŲŠ اŲ„ØŖŲ†ŲØ§Øŗ، Ų†ŲØŗًا بؚد Ų†ŲØŗ. Ų„ØĒŲƒŲ† ŲˆŲ„ŲŠŲ…ØŠ اŲ„Øŗؚاد؊ Ų…Ų† Ų†ØĩŲŠØ¨ Ų‚Ø¯ØąŲƒ، ŲˆØĨŲ† بŲ‚ŲŠ Ų†ØĩŲŠØ¨ŲŠ ØĩاŲ…ØĒًا ŲˆØŦاØĻØšًا. If pain must choose a shoulder, Let it be mine—without complaint. Let my waiting become the price, So your smile never learns to fade. ØĨŲ† ŲƒØ§Ų† ØšŲ„Ų‰ اŲ„ØŖŲ„Ų… ØŖŲ† ŲŠØŽØĒØ§Øą ŲƒØĒŲًا، ŲŲ„ŲŠŲƒŲ† ŲƒØĒŲŲŠ—بŲ„ا Ø´ŲƒŲˆŲ‰. ŲˆŲ„ŲŠŲƒŲ† اŲ†ØĒØ¸Ø§ØąŲŠ Ų‡Ųˆ اŲ„ØĢŲ…Ų†، Ø­ØĒŲ‰ Ų„ا ØĒØĒØšŲ„ّŲ… ابØĒØŗاŲ…ØĒŲƒ ØˇØąŲŠŲ‚...
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Meta Description:A poetic reflection on life, time, and longing — “Life goes on like a river, but I am sitting like a hill.” Explore the meaning, symbolism, and philosophy behind the poem about stillness and spiritual awakening.Labels / Keywords:life philosophy, river poem, love longing, patience, meditation, poetic analysis, emotional connection, stillness, spirituality, English poemHashtags:#Poetry #Philosophy #LifeLessons #LoveAndLoss #Stillness #RiverOfLife #WaitingHeart #SoulAwakening #MindfulLiving

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Poem 🌊 English Version Title: “The River of Time and the Hill of Waiting” Poem: Life flows on like a river, Restless, shining, never still. But I sit here like a hill, Silent, patient, watching forever. Oh my dear, come once like air, Touch my soul, make me aware. Let the still hill learn to move, When your breath brings back the groove. --- Philosophical Analysis: This poem expresses the contrast between movement and stillness, between time and memory, between change and constancy. The river represents life — continuously flowing, never stopping, full of energy and transition. The hill, on the other hand, symbolizes steadfastness, patience, and waiting. When the poet says, “Oh my dear, come one time like air,” it reflects a deep emotional longing. Air is invisible yet touches everything; it symbolizes presence without possession — a momentary connection that revives the still heart. In essence, the poem explores the human condition — how we live surrounded by motion but o...
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