O ft one wonders,
of sojourns framed into time,
N estling with neighbours,
far away from all the grime,
C hivvied towards love,
from songs of birds up above,
E ncased in lore and fable,
of Peace being indivisible…
I n these times,
of such & such an evil,
N ethered are the grimes,
of their ersatz struggle,
A llayed was i by a heavenly will,
from crvices of such & such a peril.
L ife is lived but once,
in trust, companionship and happiness,
I n epideictic non chalance,
and freedom in times replaceless,
F ettled to a heart,
of Peace and serenity,
E ffusively in the start,
in Eve’s garden of Serendipity…
T hese amidst the tides of time,
are but verses to Peace written in rythm & rhyme,
I mplacable is her will of reason,
for what we see, they see through their sanction,
M ellifluently one thus wonders,
in a land so arable,
E ncased in Lore and Fable,
of Peace being indivisible.
By Huzefa Sh Asgarally.
15th April 2007.
[Writer of community-specific
and topical theme acrostic
poetry]