Akaasi 22: The Pakistani Dream

Sesame sprouts crumble the sweating dirt,
a summer breeze warms a valley’s breath,
brimming shores under the majestic sun
pave an endless river to all fates unknown.

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9 thoughts on “Akaasi 22: The Pakistani Dream

  1. I like poems being symphonies and people being the orchestra. Your poems are beautiful. Keep it going. Thanks for checking out my work too, I really appreciate it.

  2. Beautifully written. It reminds me of flash fiction but for poetry. You told a story with just a few well-worded lines. I love it.

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