Poems

Becoming the Unknown

These rainy days;
the silt beside the beach
left by floods of the endless ocean,
adoring and beseeching.

I mourn the death—
the death of your love
mumbling away in breezes
the lost you—
like me, abandoned in these hours.

Once the beach had a spring—
it too, has become only a sediment;
no more colour and charm,
shattered.

Those feelings, too, depart—
slowly I’m becoming the one,
unknown and forgotten.

_____Muhammad Shahab.

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