Caught in corridors of time
I am holding crumbling walls
Fall, upon my feeble heart,
Pangs and pains like waterfalls
Eyes.....as if the caves of ice.....
Sapless veins.....the frozen streams
Musing, brooding, fumbling I
Searching for forgotten dreams
Taking pangs with dreadful ease
Waiting for the deeper woes
Lo! There are some fresh despairs
Woes and woes..... in multi-rows.
(Kohat,9 Feb 2008)
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