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An evocative poem, by Ayub, exclusively for Different Truths.

 

O! My enemy,

There was no route to reach you,

The wastelands of my eyes and heart

In the deep silences,

Scorching sunlight,

And profound exhaustion,

Used to search an ocean for the thirsty soul,

They inscribed their desires,

On the shade-less walls of whims.

 

In the dome of dark night,

They used to pick dreams

From the sleeps attributed to you,

And disclosed nothing to anyone.

 

O! My enemy,

There was no route to reach you,

The darkness had been in my fist,

And glow-worms in your fist,

So till now

This thirsty heart is in search of an ocean,

And asks your empty eyes for the route

To sink down in its own wilderness.

 

©Ayub Khawar

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