Still Moon Poem by Asma Khan

Above the still moon of a mirror
flick the dreams to quieten the fear


The stars of those cold eyes wither
as all hopes begin to shiver and quiver


Eternity may well, be the only surviver
calling all norms into power


That an eclipse of the moon confuses nature
no one can explain beyond this as a teacher


Tastless as it was ever and has been
yet what may compare to this beautiful sin?


Streaked and erased, fate gathered no mass
pouring a lifetime of stories into an hourglass


Nostalgia for the past for its pains
no man can carry it's own remains


Not even your keeper denies your existence
such auras carry no miles no distance