I'm partial scared, partial alone
my faith on faith is almost gone
I gave myself to all His Might
but my might is still singing
the same old song
I tried to search my inner devine
lost in the words of my own rhyme
the poems which I wrote blew away in air
my thoughts are stumbling in
some deserted old shrine
I gathered myself to take one last leap
felt drown in depths of sadness so deep
tried to reach and grab those invisible hands
just caught the rubies and stones
made of disbeliefe
Alas! Baloch
its my fate to live life in weep
wait for that day to come of my last breath
when He who will come to drag me out
from the feet
then there won't be left any cries, morns or weeps
I will be withered and blinded cant see
lying in the bed of 6 foot deep
then you only will be there shading tears
beside my bed
Ah! watching me calm and satisfied
sleeping my eternity sleep
Don't write like that Sarkar, it touches like an ice-knife! Good luck...
Very touching lines, Asif. So full of pathos. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Sandra. It's so full of pathos. Your poems and words are not meaningless. They will continue to live. Cheer up, Asif. Naseer