Darkness Bids a ByeA Poem by Irfan Bashir ShahOf spoils of which I tell In their lapse my memories fell, I recall a blurry grey voice Which tasted ice, for fire to suffice- “What watchful eye the predator wears Incessant intrusions of memories engage” The answer to his questions I do seek When the moon is shy and night at peak. An impasse and intricate cogs Muddle my sight of prayer, Then a voice which sounds far but seems near Screams loud for me to hear: “Long have I been in a ceaseless epoch Burning in the rivulets of reveries But then a light so abhorred from my abyss I made To thwart my appeasing forlorn fate” I hear such voices every night When times’ nimbus cloak lullabies my sight. Outside the morning sleeps- away from night.
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