A Rubai (First Try) Poem by Ayesha Riaz

In the well that carries sorrows,
Are voices of our tomorrows,
The aquifer holds the aching water,
Yet the well with emptiness around him echoes.

Look! There they are, the evil potters,
Unknown and in existent-by heart they are slaughters,
They are carving a web around the shallow well,
Look! They are poisoning the voices of our tomorrows.

The voices are now never going to tell-,
The pain and loss that is carried by this well,
I can see the evil army around that follows-,
The devil! Now no voices would be heard of our tomorrows from the well that carriers sorrows.