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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