The rusted door there,
Is closed on a sill of water;
Jagged and shining white,
The window blind is down.
From a corner she is watching,
The morning rays of the sun.
The rain had all night,
Soaked her silken clothes wet.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
February 14,2013.
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