A Picnic To Springs Poem by Tahir Ibn Manzoor

Boarded a bus, and a strange feelings struck to the mind,

It was the morning breeze that forced me it to rewind.



Watched a river flowing slowly and pigeons praising its beauty,



The unheard voice pierced my ears, and the lonely driver was on his duty.



The happiness was on everyone's face, and it was the sign of craze,



Long bridges were connecting the conflicted zone, and I saw everything was landing on the moon, haze.



Now, I knew what was inside everyone's heart, everyone was looking very smart,



The fields of saffron, on the other side cattle's were grazing, and it was a whole barren land for us.



Watched those tall poplar trees, and I felt those were day-ghosts, and I found fuss,



Suddenly, I found dozens of chinar trees, and there was a peace in my heart because of Him, who kept everything with ease.


[The author is a student of Convergent Journalism at Central University of Kashmir. He tweets at @TahirIbnManzoor, and blogs at http: //www.TahirIbnManzoor.Wordpress.Com]