Shameela Yoosuf Ali
Amid the hurriedness and haste
there lazes stillness, motionless and chaste
In an unseen galaxy of a trifling territory
It is but a forgotten keyhole of a lost realm
As you step within spreads out a Universe
trimming your dream bundle into a petite bit
Peace brings depths to the soul
In those tiny droplets of moments
You penetrate to your density
Naked thoughts Pure and unpolluted
A poem that you never going to write
As the winds of the hills stride
Cradling the aroma of tea grasses
Amid hurriedness and haste
Search for that estate of stillness…
