Avenue of Hate

by Hafeez ur Rehman



In this avenue of hate I can’t define myself. You come faceless your feelings nameless. There is an unknown tower with obscure stairs it has a bell that does not knell your demise. Its thorn-piked roads refuse to bestow my soles a visible injury. The air I breathe has less oxygen and more you. Its houses have bolted windows and locked doors, inmates suffocate but do not scream. Let me hurl obscenities in this avenue of hate and know myself. Or I may yell and blow my head off to forget you in this avenue of hate.

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