Friday, 16 October 2026

One Poem by Hifsa Ashraf

 






After the War 


fallen leaves in the whirlpool of time

dust devils after the stampede of minds 


empty pots clutter, silver spoons clinking

day and night, without pause 


humid dawn, bills swelling in the pockets  

dragging shadows on the sidewalks 


ravens ellipsing on the furrowed horizon 

like dark ink smeared across the scroll 


a lull of peace, cradling the moon 

sleep before clouds eclipse the sight


all the dead left behind;

until thunder cracks open more skies










Hifsa Ashraf is an award-winning multilingual poet, author, editor, and social activist based in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. She is a pioneer in Pakistan for writing Japanese-form English micropoetry and is internationally recognized with publications in over 200 literary venues worldwide and numerous prestigious international awards. She is the author of six individual and four collaborative micropoetry collections. She received the Touchstone Award for Individual Poems (2021) from The Haiku Foundation (USA) and was shortlisted again in 2022. Her poetry collection Her Fading Henna Tattoo received Honourable Mentions in the Touchstone Distinguished Books Award (2020) and the Haiku Society of America Merit Book Award (2021). Her latest collaborative mystical haiku collection, Beyond Emptiness, is co-authored with Jacob D. Salzer and Nicholas Klacsanzky.

Blog: hifsays.blogspot.com 



No comments:

Post a Comment

The Date - Short Story by Colm Hearne

  THE DATE Short Story by Colm Hearne I’m such a loser. Here I am, in my twenties, and I still haven’t had a girlfriend or even kissed a g...