On The Earthy Eternity Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Muteness doesn't go voiceless, it keeps on echoing aloud
The Margalla hill is silently asleep;
inside her chest the men are in motion
Whiskey's wetness won't be there
Dawn's ray will soon be out
But the curves upon her body will remain the same
And the lines emitting from the lantern's light will strengthen the art
If her hair are fragrant, they will remain so forever
If her eyes are smiling, that smile will meet permanence
If she's lost somewhere else,
her luscious loss will chase her for long
Things down the water will be driven away
But the drunkenness will always stand intact
It won't ever be scratched
The Nature's symphony is classically ancient
If she's locking her lips,
that liplock will be eternal to her history.