Astray in the thick of fogged time
Greif Breathing in flesh full of decay
Wandering, not knowing time or place
In the pit of this tormenting mind
Talking to the dead love long gone
Strolling in a silent mad stupor
Vague eyes that seeing but saw not
The sans sanity prevailing on and on
The hopeless helping the heart beat in sorrow
Thoughts knowing her tears in wild warm eyes
Feeling eyes close silence sighing a song
The barren body scenting in sweat of rose
Memories full in the hollow of a hollow mind
In the peace of that silent nothing passion
Beauty biding the perfect paragon cold being
A fist of dead dust he carried in dirty paper
A love as magnificent as the moons light
Her scent dwelled in heart helped him on
Fogged in time paragon being in finite is
Soul singing to the full moonlit silence
A kiss in the breeze warms and brushes all
Love on the high hill felt the joy and pain
Love wants to be to live in one and every pore
BY SHOKAT HABIB
4/17/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem