So it is,
a road to some,
a halt for few,
a home to many.

In silence, in dark,
hope, it is.

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OCTOBER GHAZAL

I see a shade of yellow October,
A little raw but mellow October.

A group of migrating Dragonflies,
Rush to the courtyards in slow October.

The sun is back to it's spot,
To know it's height in low October.

I am yet to know where I belong,
In this surprising yet to go October.

Every day I'd go with it's flow,
I hope Fiza gets to know October.

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