sand and mountain

sand is
treacherous
slips between the fingers
shifts under the feet
never trust sand
and make castles
never draw
dreams over
this page
either on the
river bank
or in the expanse
of a desert
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 but the mountain speaks
the word of the Lord
 in the blowing wind
in the rustle of leaves
it speaks to me
of the distant stars
it speaks to me
of departed souls
it speaks to me
of the muse
sitting on a moonlit night
on the bank of  mawas 
composing hymns to Lord
and odes to the pretty dame
carrying a bale of hay
on her rounded head
and dancing with each step
a new dance
a new mudra 
the mountain keeps
my company
through the night.
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with the first light
it falls silent
it watches
the world go by
keeping to itself
so do I
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(ayaz rasool nazki )