I A song from a distant radio Unveils a time gone by Or words woven tastefully Unlock an old key of memories A brooding violin sings Unbuttons the bosom of sorrow A slight touch on the fret Undresses a wound forgotten II I hear a prelude every morn When the breeze plays A bird then…
Category: poems
Feel what I feel?
Emotion is like a double-edged sword, you bleed as much as you rejoice. And often you get drenched in a downpour of your own choice. Feeling is like a bird that sings songs of love and war It sits on the pavement of your heart and echoes deep and far. Sensation is like…
Mukti Masih 