It’s darkness again and a cloudy moon,
The twinkling overpowered by the rain;
Pitiless and perennial, my nights,
Still waiting for the sun.
The greenery of the black grass
And the long day plants,
Though there was the last light,
Still careless crawling of the night.
The burning Ball in my bosom
And this earth glow
This earth, so familiar to you
waiting for your last show.
Footsteps clattered through the sky;
From that part to my heart,
The hunting Dogs Barks.
Its only midnight now,
For the hands that speak
And the eyes shy
The darkness still high.
Oh! To the sun, should I fly?
Burn me to ashes when you come
Turn as you never did before,
Somehow I know the time is near.
Blood against my skin floods,
Wilderness in the living sun,
Alas! The moon should know how to run;
Crowded, noisy, carefree and red, the earth’s sun.
[ Shamsud Zaman Ahmed ]
