In the Depths of the Milky Ocean

Listen—
to these words, unburden your mind.
Hesitation grips us, as Eid greetings falter.
A bloody pen has dwindled our numbers,
so few remain, my voice fails to bridge the distance.
Have you pondered—
why our presence fades?
Intense hatred, taught by sacred texts.

I dream—
within the cosmic ocean's milky depths,
where deer glide through golden rice,
fish prey on their kin, jackals croon,
and stars blush blue against the clarity of the river.
Yet, I am adrift,
searching, calling your name,
greeted by silence, vast and unyielding.

Awakening shatters the vision,
I cease to be.
You continue, untroubled,
treading through fields of golden rice.