ali rauf Poems

As I yearn for the yearning galaxies
Galaxies wreathed; wreathing ecstasies
A firefly burns itself to death
In my hand…breathes its last breath
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Am I alive; or just inhaling
In a withered, enslaved world?
In short, a world incorporated!
Where humans are consumers
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For centuries, we have yelled 'love'
For centuries, we have looked above
How futile is a cry in a grave
How the sufferers can be labelled, brave?
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