a transition

My poems are going
as if rovers are roving.
its a pity that i am flowing
the people though are sowing.
those eyes go mourning
with wine gone sobbing.
the words go rolling
with books gone groaning.
and with everything so boring
my heart is gone roaming.

aliani4u@yahoo.com
Khan Elie Gohar Durrani

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