Grave matters
Grave matters gravely truelife gives chances few
enticing sounds, the predators of fiends
Beckon with torn pieces of worthless leaves
All bonds of relations
and all requests of necessities
stoop to bid them bye
as the herald of soily rest
comes about to be fastidious
but prideful breath makes
risible fables of fatal play
and the seers of twinkling stars ostracize,
inevitable moods of the hideous day.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-06-04 at 12:26
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