Shahida Latif Poems
Tears are pure transparent,
The molten fluid of pangs,
Of grief, of sorrows,
And strengthless helplessness;
They seek the channels,
Founting from the founts of eyes,
And falling from the falls of lashes,
Travel, flow on the soft, slippery
Continents and plains of cheeks,
Through the valleys of wrinkles,
Watering the crops of beauty,
Enriching, gleaming furrows,
Tripling, flowing mix and merge,
Into the ocean of dust.
Who has handed over the iron wands,
Hammers, spanners to flowery hands?
Who has killed all the twinkling worms,
Snatching toys and dolls of fairylands?
Who knows how many sons of dream,
Go asleep, longing for milk and cream,
And motherhood with a stone of patience,
Stifles in the heart the emerging scream?