Soundless Voices … Sarosh Latif

SOUNDLESS VOICES

Sarosh Latif

Guarding death

This helpless life …. The nucleus of ruined body

This rudderless veneration some tasks are still pending

O’ the harbinger of time

Spare some moments

To herald the arrival

Of lost springs

Of caravans robbed off in the moors

Subjects of humanity, scattered about

Chin up and return

Before their complete annihilation

Those beautifully coloured clay lamps

Fading in the prison

The dismal eyes of the heart

Are waiting for your miracle.