Aabid Masroor

Veteran Poet - 1,642 Points (21/06/1992 / Kashmir)


Flowers and sorrows, arise gloom and die
Seasons how can they twist knife in the cut
A full summer died in my arms but the spring
When freezing bough of months came back to alive
But lifeless floating corpse-Alive what for
Birds- they don't join and sing a single song
Those tones are rare left with few
Dew drops on my face
The woods and mighty falls-sleep in rest

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