On that very night
Sat owls, in an eternal silence
Bats hanging from the stiff branches
Looked like they were
Meditating for ages
Wrinkled sand in each of its grain
Had words unspoken
Words, once a dust devil stole
From a virgin's lips
The camels were breathing the sand out
In an exhausting sleep
Dreaming of the endless journeys
On that very night
I was sitting by the broken Pillars
Which once stood straight and firm
Pillars, which held the God's throne
I was sitting by the debris
Which had swallowed both
The heavens and the hell...!
A refined poetic imagination, Aamir Abdullah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Jazib Kamal.