Javed Latoo


Of The Depression

'Of the depression'

When aquamarine skies look grey to our eyes
The stars no longer adorn the heavens or shine bright;
When the golden rays of sunlight disappear from the skies
The silver rays of the moonlight look like phantoms of the night.

When we feel imprisoned with no escape from this dark place
And dazzling beauty looks like an old wrinkled face;

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