The Still Night! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Tonight deepens the interior of her existence
The wintery turn in Karachi's weather hits her lively aura
She reveals a dim, soft tone through her words
Soft yet a an appealingly deeper one
She talks to me in a falling voice
Her lips yet seem to the inner vibrance
Inside her are ranging the currents of fever
She like every night extends her currently tired arms
In the courtyard of her breasts, I meet a fire
And she whispers not to hold her tightly
She looks tired, modern study suffocates her
Ah! the avid embracer of my soul is tricked by winter
With a small kiss, she is driven to drowsiness
Tonight her arteries are reddened to her
A little caress waves her to dreams
Encircling her resting body, I count her breathes
My lips so tenderly reach the realm of her eyes
Here she reads my rhythm
Painted upon her, my soul smokes her still imagery
Immovable we stay
Tonight continues to be slowest one
Here I explore the essence of her being
Quiet like a night she slumbers
Somewhere in her symphoney I go immersed
At last our souls enshrine the moonlight!