My Station!

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                      My Station!

O Nature! Lay thy breast open and reveal,

Breathe unto me a secret; I may steal,

A clue may suffice me, a limitless sea,

The link betwixt flower, nectar and bee.

 

Drifting in wilderness I stare at the sky,

A blue dome and eyeing the stars high,

So stunning, to converse in silent tones,

My burden; and I drop to stifled moans.

 

The beautiful dawn breaks and birds play,

Diving, curveting in the morn’ air to sway,

Leaping butterflies and floras ah my muse,

A secret with another hushed, ah my blues.

 

I scored deserts, dunes and the mirage too,

Plantation and habitats, locked in bond true,

The raging Sun and the sandy winds at night,

Reason houses conflicts but love blazes light.

 

I roamed thinking; querying oft’ my loved soul,

An ever roaring business, whereto is the goal?

Here unfurls a secret missive, “Look and think?”

I cracked the “Self” and teetered on vistas’ brink. 



By Dr. Riaz Ahmad

October 22, 2025




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