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O Futile Breeze of Peace!
The wall of the prison, the roof of dirge, And an arc of Ignorance make sight, And we are in between. This is the sight that has bound, Parted rotten breaths of the captives, With the yellow autumn tide, But we the captives bother it not. O! futile breeze of peace, till the moment, The Sap of parting-pang Dribbles from the edge of your heart, These eyes and lips will remain motionless. It is to be seen yet Behind the frozen moments, In the window, That opens in the lane of frozen silence When the petal of desire breathe And when in the frosty Season The rose cheeks blossom Upon the neckline of our Time.
Poet: Ayub Khawar
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