WHO AM I ?

I am what I do not know,

Wings of fire, heart of snow.

Or am I the river that quietly  flows

Under the stack of memories?

I do not dream to find

Sanctuary hereafter,

I am not the silence

Of a sleepless night.

I live in the soul

Of an unnamed crafter,

I hide in the sense

Of an unseen sight.

I am not the values of the war,

I am the blazing of the gun,

I am not the scorch of the sunrays,

I am the burning of the sun.

The writer is a student in Viqarunnisa Noon College