Ink And Flame Poem by Hanan Muzafar

The cost of everything,
value of nothing;
Sun shines,
and moon cries:
Without you,
There ain't anything free.

Rain tapering us,
and we're travellers;
How we move,
A rhythm inside us,
and my wings carry me,
where I can't predict:
Indeed, the marvellous fate.

Love, you make me,
fall again,
and the strangers,
Call me back to you.

Bare children,
holding my fingers,
touching the wind:
Place to place,
looking for home,
and a roof.

Ink and flame,
Birds inside the cage,
Ticking clocks,
Blaze the rage.

Ravishing thoughts,
and empty carnivals,
Stay with me,
while I hold you,
It's autumn time,
under falling leaves.