Horizon of Wonds

a poem by Saif Pasha S D

There is no horizon of wounds,
And there is no geology of hearts.
Icicles of your lips
Gives relief,
Smile pollen of yours rose lips
Balanced diet for me.

And don’t set down with your eyes.
Let us settle down and shut up this world.
Don’t turn down me
And don’t turn out from your dreams.