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…

On a clear day
When puddles run smooth
Umbrellas sit home
People wear white
And do not stain
Throughout the day,
You cloud my mind.

Full poem here >>

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