This crescent moon waxes down
like splendours of young stars.
I speak of a scorched glass laying
bare, that wreaks ripples in warned
water that pools like smog.
Its a far better thing to do rather
preying on split wine and carousels.
Now as soldiers die, Ill have to also.
For love waged a war between my bare
soul & callous heart- strangely.
This is the climax, couple goodbyes
& I’ll lay naked, draped in whites-
on sour salt grounds that awaken
my nameless scars. I surrender my love,
I do now.
~Ubair Fayaz Fazili