Ghazal- 1 vision Poem by Umarr Amin

Vision has gone, cecity new sight'll be
Bruit is, nightless now night will be

Speech is a myth, a Sisyphean tale
Choke breath, for silence now rite will be

Seeds of my hellebore procreate nought
Perchance- barren now Tulip's Aphrodite will be

Synagogue here now smell of taverns
Surely proselyte hearts, heathen with site will be

Blow the clarion, announce this call
'Siege is on, this country now in fright will be'

The Messiah is trembling, he a haggard now
antichrist- saviour, in the cloak of Wight will be

The Surfs in the reliquary of my breast
Weave a poem and metaphors my sole alwite will be

'Umar' the long-living one, they call you
In the plagued city, short Thy plight will be
©umarr_amin