#### Hello friends, How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing. ![IMG-20250729-WA0001.](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcppBG23MFmds9p6Dmp9USrbfcrTehwsjfQab5FfigK32/IMG-20250729-WA0001.jpg) [Edited by canva](https://www.canva.com/design/DAGuhikf384/M-I62O1XUlHjvXjOru9Kxw/edit?utm_content=DAGuhikf384&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton) #### **Touch of love** #### Part- 10: An Unpublished Poem --- #### A Strange Silence One Morning When Aryan woke up in the morning, he felt something unusual. The room was the same as it was, but Neela was not there. There was an envelope on the table. And on the envelope, written in small letters - my unspoken words. Aryan slowly opened the letter. Every word seemed to open a door to his heart, **Dear Aryan, I know you started this morning differently. Seeing that I am not by your side, your heart may feel empty. But you know, I have not gone anywhere... I am in your every breath, in every word, in every poem.** The corners of Aryan's eyes got wet. The letter continued, if I am not there for a day, then you will not cry. You will write poems that will touch me even beyond time. One day you will write a book in my name and name it "**Touch of Love**". There will be our love, the truth wrapped in pain, and the love like a promise. At the end of the letter, Neela has written a poem, an unpublished poem, which she has never shared with anyone. #### Name- Last Kiss. If I get lost one day, I will not forget, I am finished. I remain, in your cup of coffee, In the tone of your touch, and in the poem written in your eyes. When you stand alone in the moonlight, I will be by your side like the wind, Silent like a kiss, yet eternal. After reading the letter, Aryan is stunned. Then he stands up. He knows what to do. He will write that book for Neela. The book will be a history made in tears, written in love. Where Neela is not lost, but remains on every page. Neela's illness gradually weakens her, but love cannot break her. In every poem of Aryan, she lives forever. #### Last line (Neela and Aryan's combined voices) **Love is not about losing, but about remaining in a way that touches a thousand hearts.** ------ #### Part- 11 coming soon. Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone. **[My identity:]** ***

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>My full name is Md. Sanaullah. Steemit ID @sanaullah99. Home Netrokona Sadar Netrokona. I have completed my degree from Netrokona Government College, currently I write and create Facebook content on Steemit. I am now a content creator, so I have to spend a lot of time with nature, travel to different places. Apart from these, I like writing poems, writing stories, and being in touch with nature the most. I like nature a lot. So I am coming to this platform to share my beautiful moments with everyone. I hope everyone will extend their hands of support and cooperation to me. I joined Steemit in June 2025. I feel very happy to be able to work on the Steemit platform in this short time. I am very happy to have the opportunity to work with you. ---

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