In the heart of the rain.

I saw light shining in the heart of the rain,
The moon fought great clouds in the heart of the rain.

We rise – always in hope that we will not fall,
Even though there is beauty in the heart of the rain.

Our eyes allow us to see, but they also speak to me,
Heavy with untold stories thriving in the heart of the rain.

Saffron stained hands clutched olive stained breaths leaving lungs,
As Jerusalem declared it’s love for Srinagar in the heart of the rain.

Your soul flutters at the centre of this unending storm,
Maybe it wrote its sweet stories in the heart of the rain.

The river cried out it’s melancholic song in the night,
The light echoed back verses of love in the heart of the rain.

The lion slept in African plains who cradled him in their arms,
As the sheep learnt to stand – resisting in the heart of the rain.

Raising fragranced cups of nun chai to our lips,
The pink of our souls resonates in the heart of the rain.

Seeking peaks from the earth of a distant land,
The winds carry San’aa home, in the heart of the rain.

Note: This is the first poem I have written in the form of a ghazal. Upon reading Agha Shahid Ali my heart was captured by this form of writing, so this is my first humble attempt.

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