Theme: Fear

Khuzdar

Precariously tending
your sheep by the precipice
fear and wind grip your limbs.
You shout,
it echoes through the valley
back to you,
like the last scream of your father.
 
You wouldn’t know the caliber
that got him
but you still regiment the hate
when your legs tremble.
 
They say you shout too much
for nothing
your flock knows the way home.

22-Nov-2013

More By  :  Hafeez ur Rehman

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