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

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