Poem: The Fake World
The Fake World
Beware of thy hair snow,
See; thy last dawn's hovering now,
It's bright to show;
Beware of thy hair snow.
Let the Sun be low,
Thou will see the next show.
It's the time to know;
Beware of thy hair snow.
It's the time to bow,
Before the Sun gets low.
It's the end of thy show,
Beware of thy hair snow.
(Hamid Rasool Sulehri)
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