Uzma Jamil

All Time Reality

The motive of frankness,
Burst into a desert,
Thy eyes opened to see the swan,
Echoes, awes, all awakened,
I dreamt with the awakened eyes,
The thundersome gloomy gradual touch,
Of the brinkness of negritude,
Shockingly shook me the people,
I happen to see in nay number of time,

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