azmat naushad asif

Everything is colorful today.

The black is not evil
Nor white, mourning

The night is rosy red;
with passions flaming high

The moon is fertile green
of hopes conceiving in

The jasmine tucked in tresses
Is burning bright yellow:
of shimmering love inside.

Everything is so colorful today
except the transparent rainbow.

As its colors, are drained and sucked
today by my eternal sighs