A Poem Is Born On The Ridge Of Duality Poem by Ayni Poet

Setting off the sight and words towards
The imperial gardens of the skies
They brush the Sun's warm cheecks,
And land upon glacial mountain peaks!

Pristine snow astounds like a standing bride
Wearing crystals, feathers and dimonds on the dress,
Impecable, airy and soft as cotton,
One loves to bathe in festive Beauty all the time!

Yet just few meters below,
Cascades of blood and gravel wrap the mountain
Like open tissue and crude veins,
Containg the dark suffering of a twisted world.