Theme: Tragedy

Tragedy Bench

Alone again
and autumn haste
passing by the bench.
Reckless silence
spreading into dusk
and leaves falling in despair.
Black rains
smearing streaks of sense
and surrounding heaps of night.
All three of us
eyes in the sky
take our share of waning moon.
You knock my door
the sound appears in different 
house. I rush to bolt the past.
Hiding home in daytime
and running mad at night
I showcase my mad wails
with no sound in high pitch.


More By  :  Hafeez ur Rehman

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