Farhan Khan Poems

I witnessed the agony in her gesture.
As she held back her hand.

Trying to breathe her passion dead,
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They rise to life with sundown,
Spreading their wings lazily,
Moving around with grace and beauty,
They drink to the shadows of the night
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Finally...a roof to compliment the four walls
Not too tender a place....but rest I must
The formality of the space...disturbing me
An infinite passage... a chance halt
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