The Citizen - Poem by Humera Sultana
I embarked on a journey of Self
And traversed through Your city.
I climbed the sand dunes of my ego to reach you
And beheld a picturesque view.
Your luminous eyes are two poems engraved on your face
And mirror the soul of your city’s preface.
They gleam, glitter and twinkle in the Milky Way
A pole star to the lost travellers on the bay.
Succulent orchards bloom on your lips
And quench the thirst of many a vagabond.
Deep valleys echo with my sighs.
As I breathe in and breathe out my life.
Nestled in the neck of the woods, birds at eventide
Warble a passionate crescendo to the skies.
The fretful wind in your cascading tresses engulfs my ribs
My self – captured and imprisoned in the joy of your heart.
Compassion streams into the sea of humanity
And soaks and dyes a race in the colourful hues of insanity.
My caravan of desires merges with the setting sun on your horizon
In the ruins of your heart is hidden the treasure trove of its denizen.
All lanes, streets and alleys lead but to your heart
No allurement of any kind will do me apart.
I am the sparkle in your eye, the wine on your lips
Your echoing evensong and the elixir of your life.
You are a city of gold and I shall burn to ashes
In your flames and melt myself into an ornament.
An ornament to adorn the soul of your city
And remain a true, fervent and patriotic citizen
Of the city of your soul.
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