Mahfooz Ali (28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

I am singing right, singing of heart felt joy
Yet I can feel the tears stream down my face,
I have recieved what my soul has yearned for,
Has begged, pledded, and dreamed for,
For so long I feel ancient,
Yet I know I am young.
I had what I wanted,
I had what I needed,
But that is all gone.
Blown away, away, away,
With one phrase,
(that palaver)
A single sentenced utterred in malice.
It pierced my heart,
It broke my spirit.
Now cry, but tears will never suffice,
Could never do my pain justice.
I cry, I hurt, and with each die that goes by
A part of me dies.
I wonder how long it'll take for the whole,
Of me to wither and die.