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
