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

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