The spirit inside me

rejoice in the boon

Like a stream and gushes

Out of trilling beam

Spread like a light

Now and then

Thought tickles out

And pen down

Painted on the wall

With writ of gold !

Ah ! My heart grows and transcends

Pure treasure of thoughts

Wearing a witty coat

Muse ful, soul binding dreams

A wizard of words

Like luminous moon

A poet, brings such charms

That wondered a lot

A weaver of dreams

and a healer of souls,

Poetry incorporates our soul

and negotiate our breath

Imagination that fantasize

With sojourn moments

A poet is the master

Of bringing images even;

They broken into pieces

He presents us a magical show

That entertains, and boost our sickle cells

With the knots of philosophy, and magical pen.

                                                                                         ~ Saleem Raza Jakhar (Amar Shaw)

                                                                                                     Khairpur Sindh