Fahad Ali Poems

The stench comes through the Slit..
Of a window…signifying the existence!
Rotten flesh of Our living!
The soul embodied in a beautiful Sculpture!
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The mystery, in your eyes
Gets the curiosity in me..
To rise like a tired snake
You learn to preach your tricks..
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No blink of a star..No jolt of the wind
The night was stale..like a stagnant lake!
I weaken my beak…With a thirst to quench
The night held its aura of ignorance
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