GAASH

Requiem For Late Prof. Agha Ashraf Ali

To the man with warmth for eyes and a voice that could calm the most turbulent waves, I’m perpetually indebted to you.
Yours is more than mortal beauty; every word is full of
grace.
But no flame burns forever, you and I both know this all too well.


Do you fix hearts and bones? and bottles?
Dry tears and carry burdens?

Grass stains and tree bark

glowing embers fading to eyes.

Scent of decaying fiction, carved out of daylight

skies ignite words,
sugar cubes melt on the tongue.

Clipped wings
broken blooms, dismantled halos alike

my strawberries depart your wrap-around porch..

Yours always and whatever is after that,

Ayeesha.