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ILA Magazine
Where Culture Meets Creativity
The Incomplete Poem
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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