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By Furqan Fazili A bird weeps alone in a fruitless tree Sun crosses the horizon Moist graves don’t level Unaltered shadows glimmer in smoky air Unwritten lines on hands hide wails A prayer goes unanswered again A garden of corpses floats on a lake A boatman rows on saffron water Red bark of Chinar nailed to slumber White fortress bleeds tonight Thorny hands water a sprouting enemy Autumn blooms in spring The Angel of Life promises death Chaotic breeze combs time Eyes wait at the shrieking doors A liberal soul in hidden corners Red snowflakes cover a road to heaven A

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