How A Poem Rots- A Poem By Afaaq Hameed

There are poems that are stranded alone beneath a hollow chassis until they die inside. Unspeakable they are and some are full of ecstasy. Either the dole kills them or it's the glee that does. Like an impetuous snow of Autumn their words fall apart into flakes of dashed hopes over barren land-slopes. The metaphors die of despair and the similes suffocate. thus, the poem rots apace like a kaput desire.

About Poet:
Afaaq Hameed


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