Shadows at the Midday Sun
By Suleiman Zailani
Passing through the rough patches
In the tapestry of life
Should never strip us
Of the promise of the rising sun
Your forlorn look
Pierces my anguished heart
My torn soul longing
To behold once again
The sparkle of your eyes
Rouse my muse, my eternal temptress
Whip my muse from her slumber
And by the depth of your pain
My poem shall explode in a fit of candour
To redeem my sorrowful heart
The waters gathered in your eyes
Shall not hit the cruel ground
I shall scoop them in my palms
I shall tend them to bloom
Into tender flowers delightful to behold
In the glare of the mid-day sun
Should the poet say more
In the fallen shadow of our midday sun
Todrive home a point
To his lovely lass?
SZ
4th, October, 2025.
