My present dwell :
The tears of the sky touches seldomly
Leaving me with the sun's pounding rays,
Its unbearable flame
My pores ,at the glare
Of the post meridian light– a river
The wind therein
Flings at me its burning gust
Causing my weary eyes to flicker,
Flickering a dying flare
And when cold, zillion goosebumps
Race down my body;
Quavering my pouted lips
Like a vibrating iron string.
Every fiber within prickles to see its source
To find solace in Mama's arm
To feel Baba's caring pat
Yet, days I breath on gets long
Nights stays awoke;
Won't leave posthaste
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Faster is the snail
Long Call From The North
Zubair Muslim
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Poem topics: breath, feel, light, river, sky, sun, wind, source, long, cold, flame, iron, body, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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