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Theme: Apathy

Cold Morning

One winter morning
had weaved mist entirely.
Cold bark of
a shivering dog
disturbed my cozy dream.
I rose to break the
icy spell.
Ran hot in numb streets
leaves fell upon
each other,
dust lay snake dead
on the side walks.
I knocked frozen doors
with stone hands
to wake a warm friend.
The sound of my knock
flew in the mist,
Leaving me handless and friendless.


More By  :  Hafeez ur Rehman

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