POETIC DELIGHTS BY HUMA SALEEM-PAKISTAN

When It Rains

When it rains

I don’t find a roof.

I hold my camera instead

The world becomes slow.

Like it remembered

How to breath.

I walk towards the garden.

Lens first.

Find the leaves

That drink without hesitation.

Every drop accepted,

Nothing was rejected.

A wet leaf

Hold the sky in its palm,

Small mirror of the world.

Which is visible to me

When it rains

And mud ____

Oh mud______

Releases something old,

A fragrance with no name

In any language I know

Yet feels like home

This is my peace.

No silence,

No stillness,

Only rain on leaves,

Mud in the air,

And me

I see quietly

That's how the world looks like

When it's finally in peace. 

AUTHOR:

HUMA SALEEM-PAKISTAN

She is Huma Saleem belongs to Gujrat Pakistan. She is M.Phil Scholar from the Chenab University. Her hobbies are writing, painting, singing, cooking and capturing the moments in camera.