Storm In The Cup Of Tea Poem by Rafique Farooqi

Storm In The Cup Of Tea



Hate when cultivated,
by defeated love,
invents,
instruments to ruin,
all with blindness,
and cold winds rush to fill, the vacuum,
with havoc of storm,
ugly smiles ripple,
on face of revenge,
spitting distasteful love.
now you wake up rubbing your eyes,
someone knocking at your door.

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Rafique Farooqi

Rafique Farooqi

Dist. Gujranwala village Madni Pur
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