DIL SOJI BY GIAN MARCO VISCONTI i give my sorrow to the river in exchange for sabr say shukr as the waters give their condolences a piece of heaven shimmering on the surface the clouds swimming, quivering like fish fold your name like a prayer or a song naad-e nadi-yaa a fluvial refrain running rapidly from my heart to yours if i dared to ask could the water fill my grief as easily as it fills the bank is there any weight the current could not carry when loss meets loss my skin unspools like gauze clinging loosely to mist mara ruh, fluid like ichor running down from the mountain into the blue.
A Voices from the FOLD: Year 7 original poem. 16
