Artistic Renaissance Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

The sunset is the obstinately captivating of all the spans
A kiss of life here, and a threatening finger rises there
Meanwhile the lips of laughing philosopher murmur a music
Pathetically flows a poetic para, different lives in the edge of a moment
Mysteries on the bank of Indus, Kund Malir faces the deathly kiss
Memories beget memories, tears tantalize tears, a rhythmic symphony is on
Mountainous modes are there, yet supersedes the eternal silence
Souls go lost in artful slumber, veins kiss the revolutionary shores
A dance keeps on happening, strife and evil sit along to thematize the vibe
The permanence or impermanence; confused are the moving hands
Marching lips stop, dust from the land of Tharparkar flies higher;
Masterpiece is her poetry, rebellious her each step becomes, life sadly tells the truth
The character or a will, The stubborn sun interrogates
Beauty bows before bounty.... The city contemplates the peace
Ancient and universal strings go on playing, sweet rhymes of rushing clouds
Striking minds justify their existence, dubious walls come to crack
Theories go richer, but proofs still poor; practices loose sighs
Exiled soul and the imprinted body, arguments widen, falls amidst a writer
Ye come hither and mourn, mourn not to forget, punch back to legacy!