Sharif Mezba


was the winter view from the bridge

My coat wrapped round you

Eyes everywhere, finding something warm

we escaping from the keen stare



was the wind in your hair

The books you touched to read

your attention to my college stories

hug, at the end of a day trip



was the evening crimson sky 

the waves in the umbrellas by the beach

the stillness of boats stuck in sand

Out our reach, the sun, bidding farewell



is you, having forgotten my smell

unable to decipher the cravings

A day spent well and breathing fine

gulping drinks, oblivious you were mine.


Sharif Mezba has an ocean-filled heart and it won’t be long when the waves will bring out all of his Art for the whole world to cherish. 

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