This crescent moon waxes down
like splendours of young stars.

I speak of a scorched glass laying
bare, that wreaks ripples in warned
water that pools like smog.

Its a far better thing to do rather
preying on split wine and carousels.

Now as soldiers die, Ill have to also.
For love waged a war between my bare
soul & callous heart- strangely.
This is the climax, couple goodbyes
& I’ll lay naked, draped in whites-
on sour salt grounds that awaken
my nameless scars. I surrender my love,
I do now.

~Ubair Fayaz Fazili

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