-Ruhail Qaisar.

One of those fateful nights

I have seen fierce dogs turn into rats

I have seen mothers depart

I have heard the sky wail.

In all our empty rooms

cold silence awaits

What streets do we have?

Will the woods dare ?

to crown their sterile heads and leafy hair?

Will the fur exceed ? Its fangs so sharp and warm ?

The cirrus stabs…

The mirage delays…

Now will you be the serpent ?

And do you hear the call ? ..

Will you walk the leopard’s stutter

when you pace the golden halls ?

Our world that Winter

the fires at the orphanage

The bittersweet surrender of that summer

The severance of 1998

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Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 2.

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