By: Athar Mudasir
Mocking of Monkeys from trees
Braying donkeys on street
Idiot pelting on every wagon
Trumping with band wagon
Many had migrated in bevy
Levy the burden in populace
They were afraid of Cold chill
Leaving their stables under grill
I wondered why burghals have desolate
The hearts of natives are so isolate
How is it possible ye forget thy smile
Which replenished my hallow voyage
Suddenly stars have fallen, moon has darkened
The Ash has covered the village
Yet the tik tok of watch counts every pulse
Life may have halted but the Hour runs as an athlete
I keep watching snow sliding form terrace
The ice melts faster than it falls.
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