(Picture courtesy-The Telegraph)
When I look into her eyes,
sparkling through the slit of the Burka,
I could see her soul,
It was like clear tear drops….
untouched by the dirt of the deadly world.
She was talking a language of the mountain
so natural,yet with so many sharpened rocks,
hard to understand,or hold it,but
when I listened to it……
I heard a song of love,as sharp as a diamond knife,
cutting my dull dawn with its sparkling rays.
I was scared of loosing my heart,
Her glance…. powerful with a serenity
like the golden rays beamed down through the clouds,
searching for a distant blue sky.
I said…I am scared…you are like a volcano
She said,dont be scared,I am not a volcano….
just a pile of ashes , forbidden to fly into the sky,and
within my burka (parda),there are many tubernacles.
If you wish, sacrifice your own self,here,with me,
I can be your soothening melting lava,and
Let me tear it off this mask, with your loving hands….
Dont you see ,how much I wanted to be free….
free from their bondages,ideologies,
Save me from their hands,dont you see these two tear drops,
My wings are already broken.
My days are darkened….
With a deep sigh,she said…..
but still,I can see the blue sky in your eyes.