Weaving thoughts
13 April 2020

Enchant me
With love’s memories
They will fight
Bosom tight
Enshrined within the darkness
From bouts of duress
Fly me kite
Bring about the light
Riddle me
Night’s features
Let love save us from creatures
Own mind’s invention
Attention
Focus of intent
The days spent
Weaving thoughts
Tight little forget me knots
Bosom their garden
Reading of the poem:
NIYAZ- Sabza Ba Naz (The Triumph of Love)