The Vernal Breeze Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

The Vernal Breeze
A voice descends from heaven, calling forth,
It speaks of all the virtues in thy soul.
Thou taught'st the rose the love that never fades,
And made the desert bloom with crimson flame.

If all the hidden truths through thee are known,
Then clothe the barren plains in flow'rs anew.
Thy breath doth lack the tale of self-contained,
Yet still thy path is shaped by fate's own hand.

From thee doth rise the wine's enraptured bloom,
And wisdom's wonders shine through thee alone.
Thine is the art that shapes the world divine,
And thine the cry of oneness, ever whole.
(2005)