Pregnant with my thirsty feelings The night slowly strides… I wail behind my veil…
Kohl smeared eyes of mine Had passed an epoch in the ocean of tears… Boisterous gigantic ocean of thoughts turn into petite rain drops on a white sheet of paper! Unbound my Shackled hands to write every bit of my heart,
Hush… Let my ardent dreams and aspirations Sleep deep under the seven seas. Let me be free to breathe, the tune of the wind and the Scent of the lawn.
Infinite night, ragged prayer rug and drenched eyes are the core of my souls’ journey.
@Shameela Yoosuf Ali
2010
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