To Guilt and Conscience

June 7, 2012  |   From: Poetry  

Forcing themselves off the birch.

Those dried leaves were jittery.

 

Hot summer winds.

Do not trouble you under their shade.

 

There is no fixed time.

When you cannot be at peace with ease.

 

Though crimes can never be predicted.

Your pride is itself a crime.

 

As opaque as a hazy tone.

Your sight is itself a disguise.

 

Soheb Niazi has completed his Masters in Political Science from Jawaharlal Nehru University, Delhi.

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