Locks Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani
Locks
Some darken locks that cloud the sun of sun,
And make the forest deep for flying birds,
Are caught in never ending net till rest;
Some iron locks that hold the steel of arms
To end the ebbing blood of fire to chill
The breath of wrath at morn on noose to neck.
Some watchful locks that grasp the minds of slave
To make them think of own as slavery-fate;
These locks hath end the ages bright to night.
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