Arrow Of Death
A Ahmad Shiddiqi
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feel insecure
in every blink
of eyes
of sunrises
though has
guards, troops
though has
forts that around
arrow of death
never misses
it throbs heart
it cuts soul down
it can’t be safety
with no right path
will vessel sail
on dry ocean?
(dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, Chad Robinson)
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