All that I see
I am able to bind in verse
On a tapering rail road
A solitary shoe
From the clouds
The slow descent of sparrows
The eyes of an infant
Just awoken
Upon the burnished earth of youth
The shadows of rebellion
As white doves prepare to gather
The indo-pak border
Turning into a murder of ravens
Dreams that dissolve
At the touch of dawn
Upon the shores of the night
The cockle shells of truth
I don’t know why
But that moment of separation
Sits weeping by the steps
At the doors to the temple
Of my poesy
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