The Tale of a Putrescent Heart


Lo, I see a heart
Somewhere nowhere
Upon incessant chunks of pebbles
  Putrescent with footsteps
    Turned from white to grey.
       Might’ve been an emblem
        Of one’s love
         For a dear friend,
           Or a rival of bygone times.
           Beneath the stones
           Unloved and unguarded lies.

       ©____Muhammad Shahab.


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