Cease Your Cinister Spell


As night hawk wends her wild ways
to the frontiers of grey horizon
Dreams die of frost
Lips get zipped up.
The trembling poor soul un weds her own shadow
and creep up the nooks.
The plague of darkness........
The floating carcase of moon in water

Tomorrow is an omen
A cry is in quest of hearing
Lilth! Cease your cinister spell
As wind carves image on sand.
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Poet: Manzar Hussain Akhtar
Translation: Sadia Akhtar

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