Ata Khan Poems

It was a rainy day
driving back home
the car steered me
towards you...
...

Deep,
black eyes
unfamiliar
yet known eyes
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First snow atop the hill
sends a chill to the spine
it melts down all hopes
for the morning sunshine
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The angel of death
in shock and awe
stands, perplexed
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In pursuit of the rainbow
A budding spirit elates
longs to infuse with aroma
to take a glimpse of the light
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