I Am a Brook of Blood

I am a brook of blood Drawn from the veins of the tender bud; My drift is bedewed with homicide, Stabbed with furry killed with pride. Flowing by the might of a flood And disappearing into the mud And earth cradles me Unto a motionless sea Bearing the pain of paradise And roaming in azure skies And then whispering tear sped To infuse life again into the dead I’m the scent of smiling dawn And eddy of Afzal and Burhan; I’m Maqbool’s tidy clan And I’m going on and on… I’m essence of the beauty And healer of fading misery; It is the begning of the new day And the forecast of a cheerful ray And again sun will rise In our ravaged paradise; And again moon will rise In the calmness of skies