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One more night slides by
Sadder than the one before
One more day slips away
Burning all of the day before.
The last quarter crescent
Is a lost ship's seeking sail
Its lone hours of descent
Are the heaven's lost mail.
Calls for claiming paradise
Rent the early dawn breeze
Hell is not for the wise
The 'mullah'* in mosques cries!
My heart finds comfort
In meditative interaction
It basks in Love, is not hurt
By the wailing clarion.
Yet, deep within, a chamber
Longs for my beloved
A sigh lights the cinders
Of a fire He bestowed.
The flames of worldliness
Are happy with my money
While the one -- my mirror she
Her love makes me happy.
In this hollow and fickle time
Green and White* colours
Are my soul's verse and rhyme
My heart her ship's harbour.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on August 23, 2011).