Poem - Crimson Ink, Poetess - Shah Jehan Ashrafi (Canada)
Crimson Ink
Shah Jehan Ashrafi
Let me take the
Golden dust from
The horizon’s heart;
Unseen, unknown.
Dazzling hope.
I believe in it
Because it is not
Real.
It is only a figment
Of my lofty imagination.
Real life is a heap
Of corpses, all weeping
And complaining about
Wars, smokes, the grey sky and ruined civilizations.
Their poetry is different:
Written with puss
And the crimson ink.
©®Shah Jehan Ashrafi
