Running behind the golden deer

I  touch  not  the  sky  though ,I share it with all of you all the time.

But  I see 
not  the  minds of you  all, nor do I always you share,

The  mind  of  you and mine I see change in no time and come back to rest in its own place;
as roaming clouds roam everywhere and vanishes all the  time,

From my drawing room, I see the trees remain silent and move to and fro as the winds blow,

And life of ours move with the command of brain moving the blood to flow.

I see some strong trees falling on the ground when pulled by the windy wind,

Yet many stand as mighty lovers to resist the undesirable wind and always stand.

The nature mother always save her children from  the calamities and distress,

And the stormy wind penetrate the mother’s home and destroy its safe heaven with the dark clouds.

In the stormy night, I am following the golden deer in the dark jungle where I lose my pathway,

I see no light  no where in the dark night,but twinkling lights of firefly show my way.

Faruque  Mirza

Edited by author

Brussels: 1.02

01.12.2019