Symphonies Of Song. Poem by Takbeer Salati

The clock struck twelve, and I dreamt
Of the midnight when the moon, stars gaze on us
Instead we praise them for eternal beauty
I decked up with the jewels, and the flowers
Picked up from the fresh dew of the mornings
I cleared the invisible light from my scenery, '
That was fogging my dream of untouched fragrance
I cried for neither I was friends with the moon nor the stars
I wanted you and the sunrise to bewilder
My imaginations and the song of my symphony.
The guitar kept playing, the masks were unrevealed
The cold and the snow at one place ‘
I and the longing at the other.
Suddenly, a beam of light entered to the deep of the
Trenchant lava bursting the deepest thoughts of my own fault heart.