Before the breath
Before the death I wonder
I crave for rebirth
That I never met

In the shadows deep
Half in half out
Rest is unseen 
That I never met

Unknown to self
Lost in known
Other half in right and left
That I never met

Seventy fathers ruined
Hundred mothers died
One beloved cried alone
That I never met

They remind what I forget often
What to do if senses are lost too
Consciousness chants Allah hoo
That I never met

Two in one shell
One shell with two
Beating me every night but who?
That I never met

QASIM KASHMIR
POET, NOVELIST, SPEAKER
Qasimkashmiri0786@gmail.com