Floral crowns of petals
The nature of mysteries
The cup is enough
For mortal universe
Self in one being or another
Is immortal
Infinititude
Claims the universal soul
Soft touch broke the chains
Of madness
So went the spirit in deep sleep
Was the fall a knowledge
Mathematician on earth draws
Lines show either him or us
Who else otherwise
Him of madness we know
Him of love we touch
Him the soul we calculate
The gentle breeze sings
There is another night
Before the dawn
Madness
Before the touch
Another love
The mermaid in the lines sees
Islamabad
8/4/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem