There are clouds here,
I’m below them
Are you on one of these?
As I look up, all these shapes
Are you making them,
Are you making the drops and the winds?
Are you striking the lightening in my eyes?
Is it you who cries?
When all you see is sore
Without your mercy, without your mouth,
When it thunders.
Do you see me from above?
When I think of you and sleep,
Is it you who sends cool breeze to slap my ears,
Whenever I sit and weep?
Is that white the shade of your cheek?
Is the pink your tongue, when you speak?
Because it calms me down.
After all the gray beneath you
Do you wave these birds flying by
For they chirp and they tweet
And send the love beneath my feet.
And now I hear this Azaan,
To my childhood, which belongs
And all that’s in my heart is quiet,
Do you hear it too,
When all that is, is at peace?
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