My soul I dark you
to envy the light of suffering
for a No I live in
for a Yes, I die.

For the hands of blacksmith
and for the love of anvil
have you ever been a No,
ever an ember kissed you?

Recite me when your tongue has fallen
and your eyes arrowed, see me
neither love nor anger
You will convey a coffin
where death dies drop by drop.

Lie down within breaths,
fall off all your senses
welcome thine mortal span
and complete my poem...

© Burhan Photography Credit: Rayees Dar
In frame: Burhan