POEM: WE ARE NOT RIPEN YET
POET: AAMIR ABDULLAH
PUNJAB (PAKISTAN)
Shells are soft
And pulps
Searching for sweetness
Stones haven't yet got
Their share
In God's miraculous artistry
Wombs to become fertile
Rooting about a serene tear
Deep into the soil
Covering unfathomable journeys
Yet the rays
Rush to sunder us
Deep jeopardise dark
Ambush to swallow
Our tender bones
We with our trembling hearts
Out gaze the thin arc
Dripping sweet sublime light
Beyond the horizons! ! !
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