A Nightmare

I saw a dream in which
The dying sun dies with the birth of night

The day ceases to exist
Blithe bloom desists

Hatred dominates and there is nothing lively alive

Hatred's mendacities were once answered with rebellious tides
but now there are meretricious rebellious fights

Even though dominated by unequal Hatred the bright
Seems if love turned into an effeminate tribe

The clamor of Hatred is not exaggerated
Else extenuation of Hatred was to be deteriorated
Diffidence of love had kept 'it' alive
else the dicer 'it' would have died

Jauntiness of Hatred is merely a conception
but love by no means is a deception

Sinister Hatred has dominated bright thoughts
But it is mortal and will once leave its clots
But Love dies and Sinister hatred remains alive

Syed Ali Hammad Raza