Fragile is the belief,
That withstands witless.
As for the torn self,
Existence is in abyss.
Fragile is the Peace,
That be not to fortify
Rotten roots of a maze.
But, be a fickle of a fly.
Fragile is the bond
That longs for a grasp.
Be buzz to be of fond,
Slew stings of a wasp.
Fragile is the word,
Left with the breath.
Shan’t, be a sword,
Sheathed unto death!
Fragile is the fizz,
That soaks with the sip.
Drain whole bit of tizz,
And be with the dip.
Fragile is the soul,
That took a being.
Ought reign a coal,
Un-dusted by its zing.
Fragile is the beauty,
Quashing with a time.
Mays imply a scenty,
Thrashed or in prime!
Fragile is the wisdom
That takes for a reason.
Reaching to a seldom,
Lost with the season.
Fragile is the hope,
That ends with the sight.
Undaunted it be, to elope
Till the heights of flight.
© Irfan Suhrawardy. All Rights Reserved.

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