We Need Not Thy Beams Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

We have in fists the countless flames and have
The furnaces great in chests and storms in eyes
And hills of fear in voice, with boiling air
In sighs and words of stink in tongue, and mind
That creates clouds of chaos to shower gloom,
We eat our hearts with soup of blood and bread
Of brains with drink of tears and pour the mouths
With cries of pain and jiggle belly hard
To digest gloom and bars for arms and poles
For legs to beat the rocks in rocky rooms,
We have our nests of thoughts on trees of qualm
And icy trust beneath the frozen heart
Our fate that burns among the vast chinars,
The waft that shocks the buds on grave new
And shares the scent of bleeding face of son,
We rise with wings of fire and set to rise
Again to burn the ice, to burn the self,
We rise to shake the cloudy face to feel
The taste of tears beneath the hedges of grief.
Oh sun! Thy light is stinking, beams are blade,
We need not light, we need not beams of death.