Stone have eyes, cold as ice
In the eyes, coal is black rock
Burning the hell out of metal
Water is steaming, hissing
A languid whisper, long.
Denominated, diminutive
Trees have caught the color
Of earth, and snow is blinking,
Shining the peaks, there was,
Harsh wind akin to a storm,
Waters in lakes wishing cover,
And left alone, hibernate
Aquatic life, like trout fish
Digging deeper and deeper,
Waiting to lay eggs, hoping
A wispier spring, in green fauna.
An obscure life, expecting none,
Nameless, ageless, warm.
Autumn never sounded forlorn
Life never seemed, worthless,
I could have sitten in the van
Bound for Chapursan, twisting
Muddy track, to a desolation,
Equally hell and paradise.
Sadiqulah Khan
Sost
December 5,2014.
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