Hair as fair as the night’s airLips as red as a bleeding ratTongue as sharp as an untuned harpShe’s every nightmare’s dream come…
The ‘tomorrow’ that lay unknown Mysteriously on yesterday’s doorIs the new beginning of todayFate has let itself in once more
One-line prompt response for Ambreen Shabbir’s “The New Year” on Chalkboard!
What’s a new year,
another year,
but the march of time?
Different Time
Another new year
We act as if we are different people
New Year,
