The Fervor

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By Aisha Riasat

The eastern windows boding the morn Thanks thee have dissipated the storm Fading congenially in thy tutelar's arms Reining eternally with no harms With a few regrets two or three Like heart pounding into the sea And yet ready for an awaiting storm Prepared for thy soul in pieces to be torn Around blues and darks the psyche twines, But imagination nurtures hope within Stepping into Malakh's shoon How abysmal will it be aboon Eternity unlike the transcience's faem Lies in being what's in thy haem

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