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The Vapor That Flew Away

One auspicious morning warned me of nakedness

I felt, what actually is ‘bareness’!

Our bodies are all covered

But mind? It is blocked, corrupted ever,

Nude, selfish, artificial, ruler!



Since we grasp a flower,

We smell it, also we do admire,

She dries up and soon we forget her.

Its nature, peculiar human nature,

Who calculates profit and benefits ever.



I brought some tulips, as red as blood….

It reminds me I am alive,

Fills me up with charming odor.

I blow my head towards them,

As they blow with the air.



I try to listen what they whisper,

Soon they become my palls;

I love them, talk to them,

I share them all, as nobody else is there;

I try to serve them with utmost care,

See, they are alive, so haunting is that glare!

Slowly days pass, the tulips turn fade,

I serve them with my heart to keep them straight.

I loose my companion and I also become pale,

I cannot isolate myself as we were tied together,

As the cells of garlic is tied one with the other.



The petals fell out from the bundle,

Air blows them around me in a circle,

I dissolve my existent into those red bloods,

Dried hard, still so true, so real heart.

Selfless, unpretending, forever adorer.

Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015

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