Winter’s hubris
The winter killed the sun’s macho glares
drubbed leaves, imposed shades, nascent
but mocking and as time passed, they snarled
through barks, naked, gnarled, swaggering
monarchical asides, later the wind pummeled
birds’ feathers, flaunted its plans plucked
their migratory secrets, under the dark lust
of an evening freaked cars parked like a
defeated army rattled electric poles, shook
pages with a smidgen of woes yet to be
written, while the dew crowned the benches
there a vacancy that stumbled on memory,
what else but a faded bush like an antagonist.
by Rizwan Akhtar
of the Institute of English Studies
Punjab University
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