Your Face On The Horizon Poem by Harun Al Nasif

Back to the prehistoric era,
applying hibiscus extract on finger
I limned your portraits
on the smooth walls of the cave.

Can you remember?
That was my first mural.
After that in every city of the world,
In the streets and allies,
on every wall of the city,
I kept painted the very face of yours.
Who dares erase you?
Ten more anew, if one is wiped!
Taking the sharp line of your smile
as the spear of lightning
the ring of jealous rowdy rogues
will just flee for safe shelters.

A little while ago,
seeing just a spark of lightning
they rushed to the house,
only to face the window!
They know I'm not a soul to spare
the canvas of the sky!
Gazing at the cloud of your hair
on the horizon
the artistes of the mask this time
will cover their faces
under the bed sheets and pillows.