Recluse. Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
Recluse.
Hands on entrance threshold
Forehead rests on cool marble
Heavy breath stirs the heart
And anxiety upsets the cart,
But it's a juncture to be bold
Summon wits and pray it hold.
O! Benefactor of Benefactors,
No hand spotted in endowment
when wishes are building factors,
a quiet greets tough sentiment
tears rolling down kerf cheeks.
How loud silence happens to be.
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