Red Paradise
Zahid Mantoo and Ather Mantoo
In winter,
the silent night,
the “flurry” snow
of “white paradise”
and a sigh of peace.
At dawn,
the “blizzard”
with blowing snow
from “Pir Panjal”.
…limbs rive
in the orchards of paradise.
It is not the chlamydomonas nivalis(algae)
Growing in the orchard’s of paradise
that turns white into red…
Rather, it is the hot red liquid oozing
from the wounds of sacred souls…
The poets can be mailed at mantoozahid1@gmail.com.
