Emptiness, meaninglessness, loss, and darkness are all pervasive in this verse, by Ayub, for Different Truths. Nothing is there,The mirror, the moon, the decanter,All are empty,The page of heart...
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May 30, 2024
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Ayub Khawar
Another Verse between Me and My Poem
Amidst harsh cruelty and metaphors of violence, the poet, and his poem are split apart, in this verse by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths. In the yellow muddled morn,Thinking...