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Parwana Ya Deewana

written by: Fizza Abbas

 

I saw a moth
wandering around the window-pane,
in search of her confidante:
a stunning orange blob of light
with a fair skin tone and a slender body -
her ravenous teardrop,
as she fondly called him.

Nearby Charrington Rd,
a 52-ft tall, five-storey building was ablaze;
The inferno had swept through
the entire space,
and there was no way to stop the music
of death;
she instantly knew it was her dear rage.

Folding her wings up over her back,
she arrived at the destination
saving mortals at each step.
while her beloved was busy
flaunting his strength
like an old, white-bearded wizard
who likes to raise his hands in the air
to cast evil spells.

As came closer to her lover
to prevent this outrage,
she received an elusive kiss
that soothed the cracks of her lips
but burnt her tiny self

As she waved goodbye,
I called the fire brigade.

Fizza Abbas

Fizza Abbas

Fizza Abbas is a Freelance Content Writer based in Karachi, Pakistan. She is fond of poetry and music. Her works have been published on quite a few platforms including Poetry Village and Poetry Pacific.
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