The Heart

Each and everyday the heart emerges out,
Of the darkness to shape and reshape,
In the crystals of light and hope,
Sometimes passes through the foggy blurred horizon,
And re-emerges in the form of burning blazing sun;
Then assumes the form of serene silence of the sea,
And on the other moment floats like a free tossing boat,
Blazes it then in the wavy flame like an Anchal of a damsel,
Running after her bleating sheep on the pasture,
Next moment becomes it the tormenting hunger of a child,
And then a toy: consoling, soothing, and cheering fellow,
In a moment it peeps out through the ragged clouds,
Bearing the face of full smiling, laughing, mocking moon,
In the sunshine it expands itself, a bed of fragrant roses,
Scattering colours contracting in the wings of butterflies,
It approaches with a bustling tread of enthralling Spring,
And departs with furtive stealthy silent gait,
Leaving behind the memories of the sweet moments.

by Muhammad Shanazar

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