EVENING, A GHAZAL
There is an inner call, the lump in my heart is so cold this evening
What happened to all those dear dreams, I sold this evening?
They were conceived last night, and born just at the day break
The journey all day was a long one, they've grown old, this evening
That was a secret, held deep in my bosom since the beginning of time
Whose key was that smile, you remember what I told this evening?
The day was spread, scattered, so many things spilling around
See, time is getting a little dark, come let’s fold this evening.
Now that the night is near, moon may not rise at all!
Clasp your fists hard dear, tell me, can you hold this evening?
Friends of Avarice toiled all day and all they earned was dross
Zahid, believe, one who stays behind, reaps gold, this evening.
MOHAMMAD ZAHID writes, “My first collection of poems The Pheromone Trail, (2013) is published by Cyberwit. I presented poetry at Guntur International Poetry Festival 2012, and Hyderabad Literary Festivals (2010, 2013). I feature in TIMESCAPES, a collection of poems by 22 Indian poets by Unisun Publications and Reliance Timeout. My poetry has appeared in peer reviewed journals The Four Quarters Magazine and Maulana Azad Journal of English Language & Literature of MANUU Hyderabad and also in Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts as a poet and photographer. I am a contributing editor for Muse India a literary e journal. My poetry and translations from Kashmiri and Urdu feature in Sheeraza, a Journal from Academy of Art Culture and Languages, Srinagar, Kashmir. Love for Ghazals is inspired by Agha Shahid Ali, the great Kashmiri American Poet."