The Fire - Poem by Nasir Kazmi
I have called at the front of massacre!
I have announced the voice of my heart!
Before, I had broken a gap in the door.
This time I‘ve shaken the foundation!
Such a tale I began at daybreak,
I have dimmed the lantern of day.
With sparks from the blaze of sorrow,
I have set my prison to flames.
The hands of the wind have wilted.
I have nourished the flowers on fire.
The Spark in the rose,
The Flare of the flute,
I have provoked all who burn.
The lost voice of forgotten eras
I have poured
In the bosom of the flute
Since the revelation of the Moon
I have roused the night tonight!
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