The Incomplete Poem

Updated: Jan 18

My soul I dark you to envy the light of suffering for a No I live in for a Yes, I die. For the hands of blacksmith and for the love of anvil have you ever been a No, ever an ember kissed you? Recite me when your tongue has fallen and your eyes arrowed, see me neither love nor anger You will convey a coffin where death dies drop by drop. Lie down within breaths, fall off all your senses welcome thine mortal span and complete my poem... © Burhan














Photography Credit: Rayees Dar In frame: Burhan

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