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Shifa Maqba

Updated: Wed, 24 Apr 2019 06:20 pm


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The Enemy

The sun didn’t shine the day For him who took away His life along with others’ His future, his enemy, his lover. They say, “Keep your friends close and enemies closer.” But have they ever spoken about a lover? Keep her the closest, he would say, if you ask him For he couldn’t grasp that until she died a death starkly grim. The weapon in his palms was cold, His slick hands out of control. The trigger that ended everything in minutes, Taunts him even today for a sin so grievous. He now lives elsewhere. Heaven or hell, he’s unaware. His soul is fed well with remorse, Like wildfire its agitation grows.

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