Zubyre Parvez Biography

The feather spun downward
Through the changing skies
Into our hands
As the clocks move
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I write my work at the coffee table
My steaming cup, words chased and followed
The table of times searched and read
I look within my heart for my words as map
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What flag falsely flown could tell
What colours could show
What talk could unfurl
Whose to spell out our name
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The apple does not fall far from the oak
Old English Proverb

Those old folk were Columbus's
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