Mohd Arshad

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

The beggar left bones;
Puppies circled him to grab;
The sweeper swept them.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

On the cheeks of fog
Our shattered dreams visualise;
The sun restores them.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

On her golden hair
A snow butterfly slides down;
My fingers stops it.

Mohd Arshad Jan 2022

In arms of the clouds
The moon sleeps with eyes open;
Some glowworms twinkle.