Irfan Bashir Poems

Once upon a tribal time
When we dwelt on spoils and errors,
Transcendent from paroxysm of spite
A rector trounced and evaded,
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My dusky eye when gawks at you
I am always amazed to see
How you kiss the morning new
And leave the leaves with diamond dew.
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Of spoils of whom I tell
In the lapse of which my memories fell,
I recall a blurry grey voice
Which tasted ice, for fire to suffice-
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Words are worlds of wanderers;
Waning wishes, his or hers.
Time is but an apprentice
Learning lessons- silence in noise.
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