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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 melody echoes again in this forest

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