Day In My Eyes Poem by Zafar Iqbal

The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
with the sun up
and breeze romancing the strides of its accent.

The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and whoop for the lambs
and the ewes to the paddocks of gracious peace.


The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and epistle the masses
for the heavenly feast in the abstract clouds of glorious sea.



The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and conquer the fears of
hound ghosts in the stanch feral of holy land.

The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and declare the choices
for souls in the elbow rooms of Sea-less shore.


The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and redeem the night and wide the heaven
for liberty to allow and conquer our fate.


The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and unleash the quavers of artiste rubric
for all the racks to love our call.

The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and air the aria of purity
to peace the species and please the minds.



The day in my eyes
is waiting for it to come
and end my trifle over the still words
over the still soul, over the still voice
the day in my eyes……
the day in my eyes…