When I Read You Poem by Shafee Pitafi

When I Read You
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My surroundings seem colorful
I conceive devil and angels -
dancing around me and
The orphans and issueless' dreams.
I listen to the cries coming from the sky
I sense the light of the sun sharp
The moon appears to me like a new bride
The wind makes me listen to your sad songs.
The clouds shudder in you
You thunder and rain
The happy princes dance within you
The rich poor are explored through you.
Your lyrics make my soul dance
Your voice makes me cry
I feel strange and agitated
When I am unfamiliar to your existance
In your ocean, I can swim or drown
Under your sky, I can live or die.
Oftenly, I go for you only for aesthetic pleasure
Mainly, I own no personal interest in you
My soul curves a motivational grin
When I read you
When I sense you.
You are dulcet not fabricated
You are my romance and pleasure
You are my god and messenger
You are my book and teacher
You are my body and soul.
Indulging inside being - my heart and soul
Your aromatic heft derives itself midst me and my heft
I listen to you when you howl helplessly
Waiting for none to help you.
I feel the agonies of ages in you
You speak of your great ages
Claasical, Romantic and Victorian are your romance
The modern time is your dance.
You speak through the voice of Latif, Ayaz,
Ghalib, Iqbal and Faiz.
You too scream and smile at the west - Shakespeare,
Keats, W.H Auden, Maya Angelou.
In east, live your sons and daughters too - Tagore,
Kalidas, Ashfaq, Naheed, Qabani and Banu
Many sibinlgs they retain.
You shower their life and experiences
I sense them and deem
How to think and how to understand
Only to complete myself.
You wear different clothes
Sometimes you meet me in your poetic dress
And utter handsome verses through your lips
Mainly, you appear fictionally
And narrate yourself.
Yeah! You are prose and poetry
Indeed, I find you in essays and articles
No doubt, I discover you in dramas and movies
Obviously, you are published
Many a times unpublished.
You take rest in books
You are shivered at tongues
A few abhor you
The few enjoy you
And few adore you.
You are passion of your fans
You are knowledge for them
You live everywhere and like
Everyone like God.
You are pessimistic but optimistic
You excerice love but hatred
You show your pride but prejudice
You are life but death
You picturize the wars and history
You are limitless - many more.
You depict evils and promote humanism
You beget hope for hopeless
You fetch soul for soulless
You groom soul to rose.
You unveil religious bodies
Sometimes ask for logic and challenge God
You receive humiliation and abusation
They exile your sons and daughters
Tag them with titles
Limit them like a scaring grave.
You are moldering, they are the reason
Your flourishing I am the cause.
To me you are supreme and rich
Living a healthy life
But Now, you are ill and diseased
I can treat you better
As I am your doctor.