Dedicated to a daughter of a missing person
Grow flowery spikes in each remembrance
Ever since you promised for a gift
Why don’t you come back shortly?
She has waited, waiting and will wait
In every single jiffy of absurd reminiscences,
She made a castle with a shabby walls around
She has bade all her friends once
And now calling them over
As she dreamt your entrance in preceding dark
And asks you in a mawkish tone,
Will this time you come to fulfill the partial dreams?
As this home seems a forest without your aroma
The door to it a way to thwarting
How I tolerate with?
How I bow my head to the only Divinity?
Fairly a translucent secret in my physique
You come and see,
How badly the loneliness occupied the calm into its hooks
How sharply the lighting glommed the dark
How innocently I kept my hands to the redden-heaven
It is all an untold story I have in my ribs
For your fancy arrival
For your beautiful smile …
Aziz Ejaz is a freelance writer, columnist and a poet. He contributes to the Balochistan Point and is subeditor at the Monthly Bolan Voice. Read other articles by Aziz.