A Single Moan



I am restless, humdrum
And florid.

So I see the Jhelum River,
Hankering for tranquil scene
And breathe.

But I moaned!

The river Shrinks into the blood.
Fishes are battered into mud.

Some 'Mug Heads' try to
Catch them and sell.

I back home.

A bad ' hair day gone.
It is superfluous.

Am I lampooned?

This poem is about: 
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