You Come To Me Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

When darkness parades in the field of silence
When tired Day falls down on bed of helplessness
You silently come and embrace
I am lost in your matchless grace.

When airy sprinklers come intoxicated
And repeats a story already narrated
I watch you coming wet in rain
I forget at once all my pain.

When the sun rises with a yawn after long rest
And the purple screen presents a scene the best.
Nature welcomes the virgin beams
You have come ever it seems.

When fast winds blow with long locks rustling in streets
Peaceful pleasure in pores of poverty permeats.
Life enjoys sitting in cart
I find you sitting in my heart.