The heavens were silent
And angels sighed!
In the calm of a night
Her music died.
The stars were shattered
The moon, too shy
A veil of smoke
And smokey eyes...
In the lines of kohl
A day summarised
Its charade of order
Its false pride.
And a bag of shards
On her shoulders laid
Carcasses of dreams
Pieces of dismay.
In the name of truth
To her heart she lied.
With a smile she fiddled
As her music died.
Saba
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