M. Asim Nehal
For My Sister - With Love
When I asked sea about the Pearls,
It laughed and said that is one of my lovely jewels.
When I asked about light to the sun!
Overjoyed, he uttered there is no life without it.
I asked river, What pleases its heart?
And she said, to become lovely waterfall.
I asked flowers; tell me why thy blossom is for?
To play with the wind, the scent waft, Byron persecutes, and for it I live.
I asked moon, tell me your purpose of life?
To come at night play with stars and allure with waves and play hide and seek.
When I asked Mount, What is the purpose ...
They have become a silent story
a story written on stones and bricks
and each brick narrates a different story
touch them, run your hand they will come alive
and speak to you of passion, betrayal, envy,
compassion, deceit, and death, everything...
Sometimes I feel they were built as ruins
and all the grandeur was added to them later.