While waiting for her Mater's call,
She died of cold amidst the wide hall.
With her jacket wet and scarf half torn,
Her hair wavering on the floor near spot of burn.
During her last breath,she heard a scream so loud,
Thinking that peers might have seen alien around.
But as long as she turned, she became terrified.
A tall man with staff in hand and wearing white,
His hair measured cent mile and color so bright,
Cloak with long pockets and unmeasurable height.
On staff's top, there was a shining knife.
She couldn't scream out,was frozen seeing the strife.
Her mater called at the moment when she died,
"Why death is unjust to innocents!",Maa then cried.
#22-Oct-2023
#Iqra Khan Turk
- Author: Iqra Khan (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2023 09:08
- Category: Unclassified
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