Waseem A Malla (Radbugh Srinagar(Jammu and Kashmir))
My God...! ! !
The Dusk: Who ordered it to be? And the dawn?
The Light that never faded- ever and anon?
He, the Majestic, gave thorns their prick,
He painted flowers of hues with His crayon;
These valleys, so green, full of life, and the sky,
Over my head a roof, under my feet a lawn;
He stayed too close, closer to my jugular,
He'd breath into me after my soul is gone!
He has promised me His way and His means,
I denounce your guidance, I denounce you, Faun!
Waseem was but no more than a speck of dust,
He raised me to the high I now am on.
© Waseem A Malla
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