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Theme: Father


Folded deep in your palm
was a lifeline
I thought would never end.
Not even when
I ceased circulating
in your body
Or stopped running
in your lungs
with eyes full of tears.
Your hold on life
was firm and
contentions beaten hard.
Last time when I
ran into your argument
my nose bled and you plugged.
Had I known
you would go home
defenses down
I would have
faked another fight
held out your palm
and tied your lifeline with mine.


More By  :  Hafeez ur Rehman

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Comments on this Poem

Comment It is nice to lose in a fake fight, Rehman ji.

Kumarendra Mallick
05-Feb-2014 13:00 PM

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