Darkness

Poem by Hurain Ghafoor
English Literature (BS student),
Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad.

she had flowers in her voice,
secrets in her hidden curves,
she was the verse of a Holy book,
designed and decorated and directed,
by the Hand of God,
so no wonder,
no wonder,
that he picked up a stone that one evil evening,
and under the shade of gnarly tree,
the light of the sun a wicked glint in his eyes,
he finished his brother,
as the devil stood over his shoulder,
pleased and satisfied,
at his creative handiwork
and there it was,
in all its Glory,
the first murder,
over a girl,
God must have cut his finger when
he was creating the darkness of this world