Melancholy Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

When I have a fit of melancholy
Even in company, I feel lonely.
Stealthily it occupies my heart
And makes lethargic each my part.
I do not know why I am sad
Even good things look very bad.
Flower pricks me like a thorn
Nothing delights me, even or morn.
Then I wish to travel no more,
And readily enter death's door.
Nothing all around can me please
Nor thoughts withered from me release.
Lingeringly it loosens the claws,
And lets me observe nature's laws.
It is Death's deep plot against me
Life is colorless in melancholy.