Whisper Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Whisper
I feel for the balmy air
Like a tree with bent bearing
Bored of the seasons' impulses
Of standing silent, sulking
I wait for a hand extended to shake mine
While the train whistles away
And the tongues scream good-byes
Before the rail track ends
I wait for a shadow to blend
Into terribly tangible truth and I want
A voice to whisper through the dark
'Until we meet again'.
N. Irfan
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9/23/2024 7:57:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A subtle sense of separation and meeting....a pleasant feeling...