How do I…a poem by Sadaf Masoodi
I stand perpendicular to the horizon and roar,
Drubbing the dogmas and breathing out a fresh thrill,You ask me to keep out, from the wave, moons whipping pull,
Do you see the funeral marches bid adieu, for the eternal home?
I labor against the winds to the ends of night, wishful,
How do I wake up, when fractured is the day to roam.Mighty is the music of wind, and it brings me sooth,
Chasing its notes, the dancing clouds from seven colors pass,
How do I stop the rains from drooping, dropping from cosmos as truth?
See that dew mirroring rainbow, prostrating on the ashen glass.Let my longings turn into pearls, scattering golden beams,
Strengthening in oysters silently today, ethereal are my dreams…