A Broken ray,
Comes to me.
I know,
It’s your reflection;
But, it’s cold.
My cold-blooded fingers can’t catch the fire,
Still, I want to write an elegy,
On your Birthday,
On Christmas Eve.
My hands are frozen,
And have no bones;
I feel the cold,
All over my comatose body.
And it’s because,
I have lost you.


December 24,2001

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

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