Dusk and Her embrace.

Lahore, Oldie but goldie, Poetry

I saw her standing on a dark corner.
Burning in her I saw a fire.
It was need, not desire,
Because she hadn’t much.
She came to their rescue,
And they came to her rescue.
The needs were very different,
But they needed each other,
To be; to exist independently;
To fulfill themselves and needs.
She needs to eat to live.
They live to consume all they see.
So they meet on a dark corner,
Where few would witness the transaction,
But Dusk and Her embrace.
They be and not be Human.


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