ipoet: To Music

O music what do you want me to forget?
The past or the future?
Or the sound of the present?
What is real and what is surreal,
you blur the lines of reality for me.
I may never understand what you mean,
but I do know what I want…
I want the peace of kalamullah,
something you are devoid of.
You may have a propped up voice,
but you can never echo in the universe.
You may penetrate my mind,
but you would not steel my heart.
I want to drink the smell of citrus,
I don’t want the poisoned milk.

by Br. Hassan Adhan