Absence!

In the gatherings of righteous;
men who are dedicated to perfom their duties
and get their rights,
absent is the kind heart
and the eye of love.

In the streets of my town,
souls that communicate
by the means of contempt,
and the sadistic eyes that
keep me watching;
absent is the passion of love,
and the glory of living.

In the gatherings of reverence,
where clothes decorate your body,
and power covers your sins, and
money empowers your weakness;
forgotten is the fashion of soul,
and absent is the power of faith.

In some nights
when street lamps light,
I often contemplate on the reason,
that make us deaf to this lie;
closer we reach to our graves -
higher and higher we fly.

- Syed Rehan