Hassan Bukhari

Towards you

Silence settles around me
Like the heavy smoke in the forests deep
The spring rains pour heavily from above
And the breeze with drops as if it would sweep

Of weathers and seasons and showers and clouds
Of people and colours and voices so loud
All I do understand is, are the omens of life,
Of abundance, of bliss, of purity, of joy,
There are always, lots of clues,
Each one in some unique manner,
Pointing towards you!