Imaginations Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

Things, being imagined in minds,
Buddies, being valued through kinds

A day was bright, I found a pal,
It could think by, as my personal call.

My conscious turned as flicker,
I lost my words and moved as bilker.

Affection emerge, the chum is not outsider,
My words: that has gained my affection louder.

Though, the heart, moved constantly,
As I think, the buddy behaved me consistently.

Now, laying in my heart, and build me fantastic,
My imagination imagined; it was my heart’s static.

The buddy rest, in mind, eyes, lips, heart and in mine,
My gasps, my imagination, hold the scene from time.

SHAHZADA IMTIAZ ALI
10-08-2008