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Theme: Dirge |
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Landslide Management
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by Hafeez ur Rehman |
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Urge to graze
on new words
took the tentative gazelle
under a seemingly hard
face of the hill.
Who knew
of deep cracks
and superimposed whirlwinds
drawing lines of doom.
Swifter, leaner
and endless legs
failed to match the sudden
departure of mud from stone.
The hill did not mince words
it fell and crushed bones into pieces.
All those poems on your eyes and gait
fell under the landslide
I failed to manage.
Could only weep. |
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December 03, 2013 |
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Comments on this Poem
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Very nice. I am trying to relate it to LIFE
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