musaafir-e dasht

Words fail me, My pen refuses to write About the mundanity of life - The octopus that has me in its clutches. Come, O traveller, and clear the path Through the snow-covered landscape of my heart, Release me of this bondage To mundanity, Let the water beneath the snow flow In an endless stream And in my pen, a seed sow, The fruit of which remains unwithered forever. - N.A.