Posts by Abdul Fatir

Life Is A Railway Track

Life is a railway track. There’re trains moving swiftly, And trains moving sluggishly. On what seems to be An unending journey. Uncertain— Though the rails appear To meet near the

Bookmarks

(This poem is a tribute to Sir Alan Rickman)   I’ve been given this book Which seems not to end, No matter how many nights I spend. If I’m supposed

Never And Always

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Dreams

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Solace For All

When the night descends, Descends over the luminous city. The city plunges deep, Deep into the dungeons of slumber. Of slumber which hides, Hides beneath the dismal eyes. Eyes which

Lights Out!

I have to ask the hawk Who fell from its Lofty flight. If it was able To fly, again. If it was able To flap its wings In the very