Treasure Island

gule rukhsar

(malakand agency / 24.11.1994)

I Mourn


the charms of spring spreading around
and yet no one knew i was deep bound
the sorrows of night spread over me
everyone else cherish they be
spring is here everyone's cheer
and the loneliness i cant bear
the mourning thoughts filled in my mind
everyone else filled with joy and blind
my eyes stuck on the dark approaching here
they are in ecstasy for the blossoms there
intensified by the grief i mourn
the wishes i have are forlorn
such world no wonder i have seen
where everyone else is there where they have been

Submitted: Friday, November 09, 2012

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wrote in the age of 16.
dated: 26.9.2011

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