Potpourri
If the trees could bleed
and the flowers cry out in pain,
Death would neither rest in peace
Nor life run helter-skelter.
If the eye of the needle could see,
The fabric of mankind wouldn’t be
soiled and threadbare.
If the wall could tell its tales
the secrets of the past would unfold.
When the beauty
shuts her eyes in anguish,
Pain becomes beautiful…
A heart gets caught up in rapture.
With cupped hands
I drank the ocean
wave upon wave
and quenched my soul
by and by.
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2024
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