A poignant 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.

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