By Muhammad Nadeem
Who understands this world?
here miracles,
here impossible happens!
here misery satisfies the soul’s veins
and pain muddles: saints into savages
When Time lies beneath the sun
To quench the thirst of love
in the desert of solitude;
with no sign of rain…
and you face the masked moons
shackled in the iron chain
They still say:
they are true!
they are pure!
Ah! In this playground
sane is insane!
This world of possibilities
has hearts to break
and breaks so hard
nothing never reunites again…!
(Muhammad Nadeem is a PG student in Kashmir University)
