Uzma Jamil - Snoozy Hugs

It was pitch dark all over,
Gone was the moon with all its bloom,
A mouthful could not be felt,
Perhaps the wrong side of bed,
I had given water, swallow but could not.

Before the very act of life,
With in inside of light,
A dot not could be seen,
The scantiness terror was felt,
A jerk of snoozy hugs,
Laid would be under the stones,
For moments unrevealed,
For time unknown,
The hand of fate shakes,
But faint are men,
Busy in pursuits,
In the bustle of life,
In the care of both,
Much is to say,
Moments instantaneous die away,
For left behind is nothing.

Uzma Jamil

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