IN MY DREAMS I see an unmet fantasy for days. I am dying by the doctor's decree. I cry while she observes, cold and aloof. An observer of my sorrow, unmoved. Like a child's toy, smashed on Eid's joyful day, She is amazing, incomparable, and fair. An angelic beauty beyond compare. those eyes, those brows, those elegant lids, SubhanAllah, akin to Kashmir's beauty In long lines, the sick and weary unfurl, She tends to all, with care and tender touch. While I, in silence, suffer far too much. Yet, when my turn comes, fear grips my soul tight. Silently, I watch myself, lost in search. My spirit tore softly as I sought Her grace. Then, like a savior, she appears before me. A passionate cry for my heart's removal. To mend my wounds, she readies her skillful hand. She takes my heart, stitches me, Yet, in my dreams, I witness my own death decree. ©Razi Tahir #Razitahir
