Unitary Waves Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

The ruined realms too will sing us
For we are way deep into the classical dust
Elegantly we dance out near the sea
In each other's arms our love ranges supreme
A kind of feel which soldiers feel when returning to their homes
However wounded and tired, but restored soon
We count the cracks, and cover it all carefully
Counting the minutes and hours
Eyes immersed in screens
Reasons and emotions tie together
In that terrible chaos only the feel of each other calms us
Yes, the proud hills will historicize us
For we don't block the flow; we don't debase the art either.