The Fervor
By Aisha Riasat •
The eastern windows boding the morn
Thanks thee have dissipated the storm
Fading congenially in thy tutelar's arms
Reining eternally with no harms
With a few regrets two or three
Like heart pounding into the sea
And yet ready for an awaiting storm
Prepared for thy soul in pieces to be torn
Around blues and darks the psyche twines,
But imagination nurtures hope within
Stepping into Malakh's shoon
How abysmal will it be aboon
Eternity unlike the transcience's faem
Lies in being what's in thy haem