Poetry

October 12, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Hira Azhar

 

 

                THE UNSUNG APOLOGY

 

 

                Small dark closed places

                  Rotten ugly sour faces

        O Heavens! Your impeccable glory

              I have to say but I am sorry!

 

         O thou art of embracing the poor

   O thou style of punishing the wrong doer

        O Heavens! Your impeccable glory

               I have to say but I am sorry!

 

          The wistful wind of joys is gone

        The rustic rustle of leaves is born

       O Heavens! Your impeccable glory

            I have to say but I am sorry!

 

            See the child dead in sand

           See the bird caged in hand

      O Heavens! Your impeccable glory

           I have to say but I am sorry!

 

 

 

 

 

 

uaDxSMcL

Hira Azhar

Hira is a freelance Writer and Poet from Rawalpindi, Pakistan.

 

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