Rafique Farooqi - ON THAT EVENING

once we were,
breathing,
smiling,
and living,
on the same,
and things became,
strange on some tornado,
we could not find,
our loves, our homes,
in wreaked jet sam,
and to seek the straws,
of dry jungle grasses,
to refurbish our nest,
and loneliest cries.
shadowed long,
when the days were over.
with blood sheds.

Rafique Farooqi

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