On the book of my fate
written no love, but hate
why to wail now, asif
when past is gone and
blured with tears
tenderness is fake
to be loved is lie
hopes are floating in the gloom
no tears left to cry
all wailings are silent
all screamings are hushed
the faded glass has cleft
with wrath it's been crushed
all feelings are gone
all thoughts are dead
I am no more and
no more I will be here
I hope there is a hint of optimis in these words, 'why to wail now, asif when past is gone'. It is difficult to forget a painful past, but moving on and looking forward is the best response. Hope you can do that.
i loved your poem it's very good and it's the truth because things do happen like that out there in our world
this is a very good poem i love it great job it twas a very touching poem with a lot of emotion very well written keep up the good work Asif Baloch
tenderness is fake to be loved is lie hopes are floating in the gloom no tears left to cry I think one is most alone when he/she has no tears left to cry. Tears can be a relief from agony of left alone and pain of severance. You said that so simply and coveyed your message brilliantly in this poem what Philosophers and thinkers have not been able to accomplish in theories and books. I liked this one very much. Thanks for sharing. Regards, Kamran
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
man.. lost love hurts so much. i know. great write. don not give up i have have!