In This City Poem by Naeem Jakhar

In This City



In this city, the silver falls
In yellowish night and whitish cold
The silver falls on the gold

A shivering passer-by
And behind the curtain you and I
Watch this scene, very bold
When the silver falls on the gold

Yet I have my concerns
Strangeness lurks and desire burns
This keeps my soul on the hold
While the silver falls on the gold

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Naeem Jakhar

Naeem Jakhar

Jakhar East, Kharian, Gujrat, Pakistan
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