There came br An insidious feeling br Like visiting the abandoned house br The winds for sounds of echoes br In the hollowness of eaten up life br There again by the stream br That has not been revisited br By any water br And the ducts br Have lost all the habitat of fish br Then moved up and down br Like breathe inside a living body br And without caging it in br It comes and goes br With the stopless beat of heart br Have you ever seen br The sun going down br In utter despair for what it has seen br During the day br In the cold afternoons br Need it be that I enter br And become so much a part of you br That beauty in any form loved and betrayed br I look for reasons to my self br br Islamabad br 2022010br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br