Cyclone
- Mahrukh Qasim

- Oct 6, 2021
- 1 min read
October gloom enwrap skies,
This domain within a mist lies. Trapped indoors with weather alert,
Forewarned by expert.
Without sunshine transcending,
Gloom of pessimism started settling.
Tears trickling down from cheeks.
As most importantly what heart seeks,
Seems to slowly slip away,
No more under one roof they stay.
Just like feathers of a pillow,
Mistakenly dispersed by a careless fellow.
Float in air all to a different direction,
So cruelly fate plays upon situation.
Distraught stepping further with shaking fingers,
While melancholy from within still lingers.
A heavy weight on chest,
As though putting heart to a test.
Seems to be losing breath,
Tormenters choking to death.
Survival like an oasis in desert,
Rare to come across;mind inserts.
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