You were fading away mom to wan my face
And I lagged behind your coffin of last rites
Which swayed upon the crumbled shoulders
And every foot was still in the dust of cyclones.
Stars don’t stopped to twinkle or lost their brightness
Sun was on its way to candle the dark world
The leafs were still glowing yellow from green
And curl round their rims to a hollow bowl.
All around me was in the same boat of normality
But for me nothing changed except everything
So many faces were rusted by the deep sobs
And so was my face to look alike the grey ashes.
Zaieem Ahmad is a poet in the making from Kashmir. Born in december 1996 he spent his life in beautiful valleyof kashmir.Presently he is doing B.Sc from University Of Kashmir.Since his mother died in June 2015 his love for poetry escalated. Presently he is the member of MuseIndia and continuously contributing for that.His poems got published at MuseIndia and Ashvamegh Literary journals.