Zahid Mantoo


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At dusk, the fluffy snow
whispered my ear,
In the night, the bluff of colours
the white painting
dispersed my moon, the ink of solace.
In the cold, the autumn trees
and a panorama
through naked scions
curled branches, down with woe
the leaden snow.
In the midst of despairs
demons wander and limbs rive
and flakes haunt…
Stealithly, I slept
in the beauty of snow
with a horrific scene.

The poet, having pen name Zahma, can be reached at

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