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A floret tumbler…
Of the glass and the
crystal-
One of her mighty possession-
Stood on the shelf-
Glorious…
Her eyes o..
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(Yes, For them-Who think...That you left me!Sorry as well,For I just heard you-
In the early chirrups…
You are the Universe-
Around me..
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When I am done…
With this ruthless world-
I shall crack these planks-
And shall set myself free-
And shall fade away into that..
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A tribute to Reyhaneh Jabbari In that pool of tears-
She splashes her drenched lashes-
Washes out that stain
Of agony!
And galvanizes ..
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When the swap of these hours,
Brings in the hilarity of yesteryears,
And breaks my notion of being composed,
My soul trapped in those layers&..
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A silhouette of-
A man and a kid-
(At the backdrop:
A dark sky-you can ever imagine!
Ablaze
and that ghostly fumes amid…)
..
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When
I traverse
This
lane of lushness…
Under
this shed of shadow…
Every
evening&hellip..
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Sleepless,
I called…
To,
That dozen of sombre nights,
When
I found myself-
Lost-
In
the loneliness, in that crowd!
In
the d..
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I
said:
“The
World? (… Especially the people in it?)
Oh,
you want me to
Talk
about them!?”
I
explained:
..
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That
bell rings,
And he
opens that door,
And
that newspaper flips…
And
many of “that” lures…
That
man..
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