My reflection did not lie
This mirror a messenger
And I stand before the truth
Time is my ally, my foes
Will not parade my bones
Just yet_ or ever
Day by day I melt into
The infinite past, but
My spirit grows burning
In my enemy’s eyes
Humbly I studied my face
The messenger spoke the truth
My enemy had gone blind
And I can see future and past.
4-8-24
Notes from Shukri 