The Dance Inside Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Something rings inside
It singly sings sighs
It fights against me
It stands for me
Pale pages mock at me
They madden me existentially
The wave hits me every nights
It rarely meets me
I haven't fully forgotten it
The script of the Indus
Fading stars feel me to the freedom
They borrow light from me
and then they shine on me
they smile, and the reason is my soul
They return to me with fragrance
and grow flowers inside me
Their songs and their smell
I listen to them; I dwell there...
where every weather is just like mine
Ah, I dwell there in dancing hearts!