The green pastures expanded throughout the murky land,
The scene stranded in the eyes like the flowing sand,
Dead shadows resurrected from queen’s religious commands,
But nature flowed like an overwheling breeze emerging out of an inkstand.
Some creations were eaten by the darkness of the night sky,
Some ravaged and beaten by the haunting obscurity that couldn’t be denied,
The wicked winds tied a knot that dismissed the birds and butterflies,
But joy followed soon and all the painful tangles were untied.
– Muzaffar Ahmed