The Three Devils...... Poem by M. Asim Nehal

When the night swallows the earth,
when silence surrounds everywhere,
when the darkness covers purity like the tide on tide,
the three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
they appear upon the mountain and run through the river;
the mist floats across their breast,
and their head rises in majesty above the world,
and they speak like distant thunder
their voice rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
In the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
decently packed corked bottles, to release,
and to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Living in confused state till the dawn,
when sunlight appears we try to purify our soul, whole day.