Poetry

Birth of life

Farha Diba
Somewhere...
A bloody beast is screaming with anger,
A molten sun is mourning in tears,
A symphony is beating faster,
A breeze is whispering prayers. Elsewhere...
A light is losing glow,
A river is flowing slow,
An angel is healing a blow. At last...
Surreal became real,
Shine became summer,
Ripple became flood,
Screech became thunder.
Farha Diba writes post-modernist poetry.