Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

"A Whisper in the Dark"

Looking up mist falls from trees rain makes itself felt as a light touch; a mere whisper

Fog covers streets as darkness descends friends for a brief moment it seems it becomes difficult to breathe fog like smoke swirls around making inhalation feel like drowning

People remain in their homes as though in lockdown some are sick with the virus they fall like dry leaves in autumn

many are unaccustomed to dense fog invading like an attacking unruly mob engulfing humans cutting off safe space

Despite heavy outer clothes the fog seeps through as a relentless burglar an enemy waging a silent war we are people lost in the storm frantically searching for an escape route yet we cannot even see our hand in front of us we must stay put there is no way out until it lifts nature always has the final word alas we wait

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