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'A Bad Omen' Ifitikhar Arif, Islamabad
It was a strange moment
My book had fallen in filth
Tears trapped in the grimy eyes of brilliant words were calling me
But I was lost
My eyes beheld another world
The longing for new horizons has severed me from my own sight, my own vision
Orbiting new paths, I have shifted from my own axis
Rewards, bounty, fear, despair
Hope, potentiality, uncertainty
Countless segments have split me up
Rewards, bounty, fear, despair
Hope, potentiality, uncertainty
Countless segments have split me up
Before night lays its trap, I wish to return
Who knows, the book might still be there
Who knows, it might be awaiting my return
Who knows, the book might still be there
Who knows, it might be awaiting my return
Tears trapped in the grimy eyes of brilliant words
might wash off the dust of ambition, of ***, of arrogance
Who knows my words might condone me
It was a strange moment
My book had fallen in filth