Rafique Farooqi - LET ME GO

warm the chilled airs,
with burning bones,
and smelling dead lizard,
opoen to roots,
eyeballs pungently blinked,
to know, the wayside exits.
weathers pleased on the way,
pinching memories with toothed fingers,

Rafique Farooqi

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