Symmetry Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Silence has symmetry with cemetery
How soul spreads on soil of geometry.

Grave graves seem to be tired of movement
Solemn soil 's statues look so much decent.

Peaceful parliament full of deep secrets
With silence lingua franca speech rejects.

All mysteries of life sleep in tiny mounds
Though to endless bounds go human beings' bounds.

The last emblem of the time past so meek
Here centuries seem to have shrunk in a week.

Who can converse with these statues of soil
Except those souls who face lashing love's trial.

Love can make silence speak though turned to stone
A pathetic heart can hear tears' tone.

Heart itself is the shrine of love long lost
Of endless mysteries it becomes a host.

Sea's waves look like graves to gloomy eyes
Sun and moon lose their brightness when love dies.

Before starting to love a charming face
It is proper to enjoy silent graves' grace.