Show Yourself


In the blistering wind

the siren’s voice echoed

through black snow,

but father

is whispering

alone in the silence

to the door of spirits

shivering souls,



In the middle of the night,

I know what happened.

Zahra Azhar is currently doing her BBA in Marketing and Finance. She is no writer or poet but occasionally likes to pen her musings.

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