Decayed Curls Of Air Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
Decayed Curls Of Air
People cough as they walk by the street
Because of the smoke that fills this heat
These decayed curls of air
Fill the air we breathe
Now when zephyrs breathe through our hair
People cough
But no one sees
There will be a time one day
When acid will drip down and sizzle through our roofs
Only then will we wake up
To see that we have already died
deeply felt lines... contemporary issue...in focus great poetry.. cheers
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4/29/2024 3:10:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Mehreen nice work this is good poetry