An Echo Poem by Sahil Mudasir

An Echo



It's not night,

But rather an evening,

As the sky waves

its arms gracefully

Waiting for someone

who never came,

But an echo

of his well-being.

Is this his habit to come

or an absence that persists?

Within those distant promises,

The wind changes direction,

observing the same scene.

Let's walk with the breeze, my friend,

And see if he appears somewhere

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Sahil Mudasir

Sahil Mudasir

Melahura Shopian Kashmir
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