God
I used to say,
I am a god of my own-self,
Today,
My head is lying in the dust,
And my eyes are looking at my head,
Like a convicted-felon looks at the innocence;
Of his dying soul…
God
I used to say,
Nothing is impossible for me,
Today,
I am dying of hunger;
With lust in my eyes,
I stare at a leftover loaf by a dog,
But I find no hands to pick it up…
God
I used to say
I love her more than I love You,
Today,
I am sitting alone in my dreary room,
Waiting for her to come,
She never comes,
And I see You,
Wiping away the tears
From my sodden cheeks…
April 28,2002
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I would like to translate this poem
awh! ! comeon Kamran enough of your phychiatric terms 'delusions' why say she never comes shes always there praying for your happiness for your peace of mind and then tell God now -- 'Thank you Lord, for all the happiness which you have given but I had not the time to see' A++ -10 anjali