Rafiq Sandeelvi Poems

It’s a camel ride, and I
In a desolate street
Of a ravaged city
Holding the worn-out leather reins
...

The day was yet to dawn.
From the warmth of my cosy bed,
as I stepped out of the house,
the entire town slept;
...

Sparks flicker
In wet eyes
Flashing shadows crawl
In the hallway
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Pale, consumptive face
parched lips
sunken cheeks
withered ribs
...

Suddenly, a visage
With a hushed leap
Rushed past the mirror
Black and yellow stripes
...