Shameela Yoosuf Ali
The long road spreads beyond the crimson horizon
Endless grains of sand miserable and forlorn
Reminding the aborted trails of a civilization
Eye to eye we penetrate to the souls deep and dense
Minds hue and cry each other sharpening the swords of intelligence.
Yet bound by the Love of the best kind - Love for the God
Aching for A change, A reform, A quest, A thirst