Boiling Springs Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

O what is burning deep down in heart
That hot sighs so soon seek to depart?
Eyes are flinging scalding tears fast
As in heart's house there occurred a blast.

Have my dear eyes gone mad?
Or the heart has become so sad?
The soul seems to have got angry
Or Death says' I am hungry.'

If nothing, what is the real reason
Is it eyes' weeping season?
Or the dry wind needs moisture
To make dew, flowers' rapture.

Or the clouds have come thirsty
From the vast oceans musty.
And they wish some water neat
To wash hills heads and feet.

If nothing like that, love is to blame
Because love's symptoms are just the same.
It brings flood in eyes' streams
Who forgets sleep and see day-dreams.