On his dried lips he tastes the bitter salt
Of those unrequited tears; unaltered
His Innocent hours in quest of vague fault
Dreamful moments never to be faltered
He, to uncertainty, one step closer
The wary sky- yet to abandon him
His fate now becomes the dream disposer
Wheels go around on the road to redeem
Abortive time hesitates to tarry
Daylight begins to hide into the heat
His moonless night desires to be starry
Those lame knees try to get down on his feet
He still feels the hopeful ash on his face
As he dares to burn the muddy disgrace
Munia Khan©2012
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