My eyes are close to the image,
erased in surging chaos of the cosmos;
and my pen writes him again
on the same wall
he had vow'd to raise to the sky,
whence clouds of rain
pourest through his eyes
in the midst of nightfall.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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