*The laconic Sheet* (Huda Sarwar Maqbool)
Like just when we realize our sheets are not large anymore
The desire to stretch legs advances furthermore,
Same was when I saw your sky is out of my wings’ reach
Realizing how much in love I was with you ever since,
And just like we keep struggling to cover in sheets
I might in oblivion keep flapping my wings nevertheless,
I now have your voice reminisce in my battered heart
To let the residing agonies be filled with shattered love,
I have seen life break on so many different levels
For I’m here to say ‘abandon all hope, ye who enter here’
Alas! that is all what I have of myself for now,
Where the wings may rise to fury or burn to death.