january
the sheep kept walking on roadaside drove them shepherd
as went cars by
I looked on my right
where the hills were grey
grey and leafless
why did fields appear
as if someone to meet
but my dear none
the red sun shone
on snow clad peaks
what would night be
be like on them?
by night ,moon
came up to my roof top
moon light melted through
windows frozen, on January night
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2026-01-05 at 18:50
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