Sartaj Manhas Poems

In the darkness in the rain,
Climbing every mountain shrieking in pain.
With every step counting the falling pebbles,
Feeling the correctness in the critics and the rebels.
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The best brains from Cambridge couldn’t concoct what I did,

During the summers under the effervescent streets of Madrid.

An amalgam that could infuse life,

Into the dying soldier who lays forgotten during the civil strife.
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