I Am Faithful to the Earth Poem by Dr.jawaz Jaffri

Listen!
There grows a magic,
In the farms of my eyes,
Of curiosity of the alien directions.
There descends,

The food on my ears of unheard sounds,
And my feet have to stamp their prints
On the un-ravished dust
Of some un-revealed planet.

My nose is alive with an urge
To inhale fragrance of some alien soil,
And tongue is fasting with a yearn
To taste the dithering juicy fruit

Of shadowy trees rooted in the fertile soil
Of some unexplored planet.
From the Earth to space, I have to lay
A network of the radiant routes.
I have come to you after dowelling
My defiant horse of brilliance;

And placing my feet in its poppers
To ride on its saddled back is my dream;
I know that often dreams grow
On the tassels of impossibilities.

I have to scatter the seed of life,
In the celestial regions of the universe,
Sitting on the horse of brilliance,
For life is unaided and in the claws of death.

I am faithful to the Earth
O! My beloved speak,
"Would you accompany me?"