Memory Poem by Shamsul Husain

There was nothing new in the pen of my mind
As an ink for a paper of space to write on
Though there are inscriptions of memories and not a blank
But it's a matter of fact that I've found the pages torn

Throughout the nights and each and every day of mine
I try to get peace within me all through the way
The dilemma is there and scores of questions exist
But it is also true that I have nothing to say

Where are you? Are you there up above the sky?
Just call me aloud or say that I can find you never
The colour of my life is none other than black
Life is seemed to go on and so I am here to cry forever

Dreaming and doodling that if I can get you ever
Destiny doesn't favour me for a destination of my choice
There are flames of memories only and oceans of tears
And for a bit of happiness, I have been paying a high price