Nausea Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman
Nausea
Water has lost Its fluidity
it no longer holds its memories
of stones and pebbles,
of a journey
soft or turbulent
and sickness pervading all through,
It holds the memories of a change,
It now tastes, bitter, acidic or alkaline.....
smells foul and pungent
It holds the color dark with different shades
when i look upon it, i get deflected
and dreamless.
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