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Memory by Adnan Shafi

It was a day in June,

My life spinous, left me

With no bright side and

choice

In the garden outside,

I was crestfallen to

efface all the aphotic

brims of my lifeblood

On spur of moment,

I got the picture, that

could expunge my

lugubrious winks

I could feel the day,

I could smell its essence,

I could draw poetry in it

It was the picture of true

natural bloom and elegance,

Ever seen in my life,

I satiated my being

With all choices, unclosed for

me,

I drew a poem to enshroud

all the aphotic brims,

made it my light for dark,

beatitude for dysphoria,

amorousness for abhorrence.


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