Pain Is Still Short Poem by Shahzada Imtiaz Ali

When the sky turned black,
And even ally depart and fake;

When nights entered into devastation,
And horror seems a sovereign of pulsation;

When good collaborator left in demise,
And the pains turned as it great debacle fries;

When associations let down in lament,
And fiascos make you without bones in ligament;

When passionate heart overcome under brutality,
And mind turned into oblivion by cruelty;

When agonies marked the only source of joy,
And only death seems solution or annoy;

The woes, the afflictions, the distresses, the sadness and disrelish,
All these are my friends to the way to till perish;

My heat, conclude; out of any danger:
Friends of sorrows are chum and, friends of joy are stranger.

Tears in my eyes! And tears! And tears! Even in verse!
Praying to the only power over universe.

To be having buddies over the self,
Let me weep more over the night in elf.