Your Mirror! Engr Dr Naila Hina

The love is moving its bloody

Fingers from the floor to

The walls of heart like claws

Of vampires at midnight.

For a long time, he has been

Decorating dinner table with best

Of meals in china and sugar pots

Waiting for her,

The veil of China silk he lifted!

Sitting on the bench in the park alone

He suddenly realized that

It's not himself he is in!

He was sinking in some swampy ground!

In greenish velvety soil

Promethius didn't invent this fire

Only the bench knew it all!

In his sweetest dream, I said: No

In his worst nightmare, I had said: Yes!