Market closed for the day

Today, market closed,
Panting in loss of our kinsmen,
Here they are, in splashing dust of clay wrapped on their face,
See their coffin, the last apartment for the travellers,
They are on a journey, eternal journey,
Hand encapsulated in vanity,
Today, market cease to open,
When soil called upon the soul

poem by Rasaq Malik
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Walking past the silent Nature

Nature being,
On Earth fingers,
Bygone Nature,
On Earth carpet,
Echo of the past,
Sound sour on naked abode,
At the silent abode,
Of eternal stay...

Walking past the silent Nature,
Forlorn! memory was recalled,
As the season ride pass the past,
solitude on ageless abode,
Countless as night stars,

Silent Nature,
Quiet abode,
Like a guard on post,
I gazed at the difficult attire...
Sacred sand on seasonless scene,

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poem by Rasaq Malik
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