Couldn't the broken
Pickets hold back
The wandering wild
Defacing lawns and terraces
So heartily decorated
The eyes that mesmerize
And leave me senseless
At times
Have their own murky demands
That subdue affection
Growing aloft
Year by year
The time keeps ticking on
The promises broken asunder
Heartbroken
And eyes probe for the latch
To shut the door
And sink into bound
Storehouses of wisdom
Which never annoy
Nor droop their brows
They sing and dance
As best friends do
I wish could I repose
Eternally in my study
Eating up all the pages
Like a silverfish
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©® Kawsar Khalil
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