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Contributor: Rehan Qayoom

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You came far enough
Weary like a bee
To welcome the honey drudge
Let those tears fall

Your eyes galvanised
Your smiles were silent speech to me before your lips would open
To receive
A question playing upon them
Like a host of fairies flitting on the waters of a tranquil woodland pool
Open to receive
An answer like fecundity

So this is just not to say
I am here, still
I was never more alive than when I was with you
When we were fools in love

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Rehan Qayoom is a poet of English and Urdu, editor, translator and archivist. He lives in London.


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