Journey At The Pitch Dark Night Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I journey through the wilderness,
Pitch dark night,
Drowsing moments,
Harassed Earth,
Uproar of the clouds,
It seems the sky will drown,
All possibilities of the journey.

But it will not happen so,
On arrival of the clouds
The winds will blow,
And scenting my dress
With fragrance of primrose
They will fade away, and when
There will be Raag of Rim Ghim
Scent will cling to my feet,
And I will listen to
The melody of clouds,
And will go on in the company
Of faint breaths along the banks
Of flowing sensation,
I will see leaves in the blows of wind,
Smiling and swaying,
Prime beams of the delicate countenance
Of the sun will fall too upon my breaths,
Along with drops of rain,
Impinging down
From the fluttering tiny leaves.