Rafique Farooqi - * NIGHT WALK

The day gone with tranquilities,
The night is to quite chirps of birds,
Longing shadows,
To rule the events,
Erupting tears from depths,
Over the blood from veins,
Hope is pushed to walls,
Big bray of time,
Shaking the tides of moments, who is to take care of,
New born moon,
Evils grow from swamps,
Of ugly greed.
This brawl of few hours,
Knocks out the revenges,
And makes to think the minds,
By skipping wilfully,
and closing both eyes,
Entering the nexct day,
With both feet.

Rafique Farooqi

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