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Friday, 9 April 2021

The last poem

When I burn my poems, 
will you come and pick the ashes, 
and put them in a jar, 
and paint it with my name, 
and stud it with some pebbles, 
and put all your letters, 
and close the lid tight, 
and throw it far, 
into the Dal. 

~Shafaq Shahid.
Posted by Dr Shafaq Shahid at 07:00
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