Riverie - Poem by Nasir Kazmi
I remain lost in a reverie.
I am but like you.
O companion of the last spring,
This year I am alone.
In your lane, all day
I pick the pebbles of grief.
Who will hold my gaze?
I am but your mirror.
Who will light my lamp?
I am your emptied room.
Who but you shall wear me?
I am but your garment.
You… the street full of life
I am the path to jungles.
The coming season shall mourn me.
I am a breath of the dying one.
My wave and my grief to myself,
I am the river and I am deprived.
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