It's Dusk, See The Sun Is Burning,
And The Flames Of It Burning The Sky Too.
Sun "Why" Asked I.
"That's My Part Of Job, And I Am Done For Today"
Sun Glared At Me.
It's The Moon Who Has To Come Next To Heal  Burnt Sky.

Danish Zia | OldPen

An Uncertain Movement Of Her Subtle Body,
A Tussle Between Her ****** Wrinkles And Eyes
Arose A Dilemma On My Face.
A Mess Of Me, A Mess Of My Past
Varnished And Paint White,
Symbolise My Submission For Her White Attire.
My Fingers Trussed In Her Straight Hair
And Heart In Pearl Of Left Ring Finger.

Danish Zia | Oldpen