Dead. Born New. Poem by Qumber Rizvi

Dead. Born New.



Don't know what's wrong.
It's been quite long,
Eternity.
Yet, the feeling is new,
From days a few.

All pain and the care,
And love that we shared,
Abruptly,
Vanished into the blue.
Dead. Born new.

Tonight, I run parched.
Licking for Morning Dew.

Saturday, April 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: born,dead,lost,love,pain,rebirth,sad,wait
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