Down the alley I went,
Bricked walls with looming shadows,
a cat meaowed, a dog barked,
chased by thundering sound of my own heart,
and the rustling of my gown dragging past,
too much to scare me,
in the ancient ruins of past,
but I kept moving back,
eyes alit with the hope,
of finding you there.
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Thank you for following my blog. This poem brought back the memory of a similar ally. Very nice.
Thanks alot 🙂
sounds like Chupan Chupai ! nice btw
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Thank you…
This is Good.
Those narrow walls…so ideal as a never-ending corridor of apparent hopelessness! Good job!
Thanks for appreciating 🙂
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A CHILD’S SOUL THROUGH A WOMAN’S EYES….THANK YOU, NAZISH!!!!
you have described feelings in a very profound manner in this poem, you write beautiful poetry Nazish 🙂
Thanks for appreciating…
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