An aspiring poet, Shafqat M. holds a master's degree in English Literature from the University of Kashmir.
How's it your gentleness,
Has rags cringe upon your fluttering sounds.
Your soothing arrivals,
Come in uninvited, unhinge disgrace,
Tatter robe and expose,
A scantily clad feeble dervish;
Extinguish candle of hope;
Leave multitudes forlorn in the gloom,
For eternity to come.
Those specks in time's eye,
But wince not,
Nor to smithereens leave the unbidden guest.
If life isn't a dance,
Death's dervish in ecstasy inspires -
Like a stain that knows,
Death is but one wash away,
Sticks on to that dreamy foam,
For one last dalliance -
A fleshy thing called a finger flicks
And drains everything -
Down the gutter!
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