Ghazal 4-See Poem by Umarr Amin

The dreamy eye cut my throat I bleed, see
Some old shards my memory still feed, see

In doom, eyes cease to dream
and Ears don't bother to heed, see

How will blossoms blush in the yard?
In the winter soil rotted seed, see

The clouds of dismay holding glaring dew
Trickle to wake me up from snobbery weed, see

I a paltry speck of dust lost my caravan
Strewed I am like the rosary bead, see

Just is hushed up in the eternal sleep
And far and wide punic faiths lead, see

Like Noah's ark, we fight against the storm
Nothing will set us ashore reads the creed, see

Neither the lot nor the youth has kept up
Thy wrath wrote damnation on the deed, see

Woozed in the wine of pride everyone in this city is
'Aerify it from their soul' the old beavers plead, see
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