Farhat, didn’t die

Farhat, didn’t die

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Crowning his Friday After the disastrous snow Blood-stained his threshing lines Life’s receding billow Will leave him for the eternal calm He is yet to know.   Out from his threads of thoughts there was a window time preserved there, dreams whispered there everything soaked in mourning there every thought of freedom executed there.   Chants of hope tinkling, not knowing about his breathing last. His sighs cried for solitude his resistance frightened the enemy his unknown sobbing died before its rise.   He cried when the guards laughed Only eternity witnessed him His heart bled for freedom and eyes

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