Poetry For I. H. Rizvi

Poetry for Rizvi as falling petals, Unfading blooms, Thirsty pebbles, Wandering fragrance, Wounded roses sing, Snowflakes of dreams, Gathering broken glasses, Fettered birds, Clouds in cages. Poetry as rose petals scattering, In full bloom, Dew-laden And splashed with, Fresh and fair And redolent, Roses when viewed With a pain-laden heart And weeping they, Sharing with. While gathering the broken glasses, The heart fallen into, Broken as glass into pieces And while picking them, The particles pricked into And it bleeding, The broken heart nursed back and bandaged, Solace drawn from And the broken self consoled, The roses smiling, Swaying in the breeze And sweet redolence coming from, Sweetening it all.