Colorless trouble.

My south window
was open
It came rushing in
A splash of color,
Colorful wind!
He is soft as the wind
the smell to me
Repeatedly said!
was saying,
This is it!
I came here!

I was silent then
I was standing
My right window
On one side!
I am full of life
I was breathing!
And I was feeling
The colorless air is mine
with long black hair,
Playing random loot!

And then
He’s feeling it!
feeling
One day rain!
Just a little rain,
Slowly him
floating away
Far away..
Some sea- deep!
Where the ear thins
can be heard..
Silently crying
My troubles!
my silent, silent,
Colorless trouble !!

In the mischief of the wind
He touched the hair,
Coming often
In my eyes and lips!

Sadia Khan Runa ~

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