Comments about Shaikh Mehmood
The Melancholy Journey
No sign of a blush, no stir in the air_ in the solitary,
The man was still as he could be in the dark vicinity.
He flew from his heaven, but received no further motion,
As the keel gets steady in the vast ocean.
Without either sign or sound of at least a bug,
Only what he could do was just to shrug.