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

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

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

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