Almost..

Like the twin towers, Almighty’s might almost

And then the planes crashing into man’s sight almost.

Thus began the blood and fury of freedom’s tale

Man found the womb watertight, almost.

The triumphant ray touched and mocked the night

Matters quite black and white almost?

Why leave uncoloured even blank silent tears?

Fill these gaps with butterfly-words alright? Almost.

The trepidation of sense's legs at their heads

The unscrupulous semester system's plight, almost!

Sudden peace and benevolence all around me

Surely losing the secret fight, almost.

Each thinking moment grounds love's roots deeper

But on desire's wing, love's flight almost.

Why must I fear love’s branch to bend and break?

When I myself am fully upright… almost!

In this izafat-less tongue fool, the ghazal is lost

So what if it seems as bright, almost!