Treasure Island

Asif Baloch

(06-06-1978 / karachi)

I want to write


I want to write on something
Extreme
Make you to hear my painful
Screams
Screams of my heart and
Tormented soul
Screams of those yearnings which
Never yearned

I want to write on feeling I
Gained
Make you to feel my inner
Pain
Pain of loneliness and
Shattered dreams
Pain of the lost love which
Never ought

I want to write on my dying
Heart
Make you to weep just single
Tear drop
Tear for the rhymes I wrote
With blood
Tear of sympathy of not
Being loved

I want to write on death
Instead
Make you to smile and toast
Thou raised
Toast for the death of another
Useless being
Toast for the broken heart with
Hushed screams

Submitted: Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Edited: Monday, May 03, 2010

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