Wolves Of Woods Poem by peerzada Syed Dawif
Wolves Of Woods
Wolves of woods,
are the fret to my yard
Pricks of tease,
the death of my bard
I dance with the hues,
the colours of sage
Thy Haze of jealous,
thy dusk of rage.
dribbling nibs,
are the glimmering rays
by Ignorance shuns,
and the consciousness says
I fill the bottles,
and the evils siege
Listen! the poets can flow
the kisses of breeze.
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