I Guess.

Waiting.
Haunting strains of a maulvi
Chanting from a minaret far;
The sun is about to shear
The silent light of a faraway star.
I wait for morning
And the stroke of destiny,
To see what verdict
It metes out for me.
There is this sullen fear,
Fettered in my veins,
And each stroke of time
Tears at its restrains.
These seconds fall,
One by one,
Those chains break,
One by [...]

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