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20Feb/072

On a Clear Day – A poem by HUR

 HUR - a reluctant poet in Islamabad - has sent a lovely poem. It was left as a comment on a post but deserves to be highlighted and posted as a stand alone object of beauty...

Poem here >>

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  1. yes
    we should cherish
    clear days
    few and far in between
    for am a cloud
    floating

  2. Thoughtless in thought of nothing
    I see thee watching
    blind and obscure hole it was
    parting between two worlds
    or there are many
    I wonder…my vision would ever encompass
    I wish I could see the difference
    A numbness in heart
    A deafness of soul
    A cry that may pierce heaven
    Let’s moan to ourselves
    Death is amongst us
    All doors closed
    Those already escaped missed raven
    who foretold his becoming was essential
    to loose hold on hatred, envy and revenge
    Lessen the burden of Earth O God
    heavy like my heart
    choked like my breath
    it needs to lighten, freshen
    All my prayers were heard
    I saw…a window did open!


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