parveen tahir

Till the frozen panorama,
shatters
Till the ice, melts
Till the aureate linns, fall
...

O, tyrant!
you always wish to defeat us
in every game we play
there will come a day
...

I never wished her
to cross the ocean of
tears and sorrows
to bear the agony
...

What surprising trees,
they were
Even deep shadows
were charing
...

Under the shawl of moonlight
I have been meditating
so many seasons passed by
I kept on contemplating
...

Darkness creeps to the marrow
Ice falls slowly and continuously
on my senses
absurdity grinds my dreams
...