The Breaking
A protractor, white,
Hung on a curtain, deep blue.
At its angle-right,
A sequin, winked bright and true.
A slight crack;
The deep hue lightened
As sunlight slipped through.
It widened;
The lone winker vanished,
And the moon too, did fade.
The curtain was drawn,
And, Oh the birth of light!
God had broken it: the dawn.
-Luqmaan Rauff
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Waves of Stories and Poems
ПоэзияWhen stories and poems come crashing on me, Like waves on the shore at sea, I write them down, for the world to see. A book of poems, prose, essays and short stories: some real, most not. What I see, what I want to see and what I hope to see. A stor...
