Summer Afternoon Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Summer Afternoon
Humid haze born of white clouds
Droning of a tired fan
Dry-mouthed cawing of a crow
Perched upon some panting branch
It's the same old story
Of a summer afternoon
So devoid of words
So teeming with lethargy
In each movement
Of the clock's hand
I can count victims
Of boredom.
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So devoid of words So teeming with lethargy In each movement Of the clock's hand I can count victims Of boredom.----So poetically expressed the feelings of boredom when words also dry up in the summer afternoon.