The angel in veil 

From the silent skies soaring awake
a bright countenance of an angel
like the moon beckons the entire universe
in an open illumination.

Stayed fermenting and writhen all the existence
the trees in orchard begun shaking in majesty,
the blead grasses waved in blossom,
the birds in oblivion begun swimming
and the fishes turned to moths flying,
and the butterflies in their soothing attire
with exceeding tenderness greeting.
The water lilies bowed down hosting her
in their best blossoms and the air
stayed entreating with warm flutes
and a sottish wave of ocean.

The strange angel is veiled in all beauty
that the whole beauties in their best beings
falling down prostrate before her
and the shaft of her gaze
dismantles my whole entity
and leaves me wide oblivion.

She owns the glariest beauty
gleaming livelier than the climax
of the smiling morning sun in rise,
is radiating both within and without
as fresh as the mist dew.

Cant even I dare to still a while watch
for the entire universe gazes at her
fallen deeply in love with her
deeper than i have ever fallen
and pouring its ever secret colours
unto her to impress her
and win her heart.

The winding leaves all whisper of her beauty
and the meadows play in her pace their wings
while the skies entertain rain forest
with howling sound.

She wears perfume of rosebuds
with every step she makes in throng
of all the best flowers and blows
with her the best aroma
that awakes the whole departed beings.

how beautifully and how purely
the beauty lies on this strange angel,
could you please owe me a one last breathe
the strange angel to sail unto with my last breath?

By: Abdul Samad Haidari 

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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