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COLOURS OF CAMOUFLAGE

Kashmir Pen by Kashmir Pen
5 years ago
in Art & Poetry
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COLOURS OF CAMOUFLAGE
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When pain relieves their anguish, they pained me

When the foundation of my caste was firm, they exiled me

Let them feed this repugnance, let me invoke the dead

If being patriotic is camouflage, let them execute me

This quip in the moon seems jocund, let the sun lament

When sun dwells to snivel, my mom mourns and goes like

This unhinge in the romantic state of brook curses the land

If you don’t know how to build ship, I am the ship master

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The doleful cries of tattered honour, behests your ego

When the intensity of dolefulness slaps you, I esteem

The rambling motherhood narrates her story to revile

It sounds like mayhem, when her tantrums are hallucinating

I am a bird, I have no wings to shelter, my nest

I am a ship, just with no direction towards shore

Like an aspiring bud, want to develop in early spring

And like a mother, wishing for motherhood

But every dream like shattering at its own

Exude like loneliness and darkness at its own

With the helm of backfire and fall flat

At the cost of my life, my carrier, my vitality

 Muhammad Yameen Sofi

Writer is a student can be mailed at safeerasofi@gmail.com

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