I am lost in our severance
Every time I feel
I become impassive
I become impassive
Every time I eat
It turns into a hunger of reminiscences
Every time I love
I abhor myself
Every time I perceive beauty
I get filthy in sentiments
Every time I wish
I regret in vain
Every time I grow up
Life seems to squeeze
Every time I wake up at mid night
I write down poetry
And every time I write
Paper dissolves into ashes
Umair Asif
YJAW Lahore,
Pakistan
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