Sorrow Slumps Upon My Bosom Poem by shakil ahmed

Sorrow Slumps upon My Bosom
(a poem by Shakil Ahmed)

Swelling torrent of grief
Often breaks into my courtyard
Streaming through the gaps of
Variegated walls of transcient cottage
With a mournful and wimpish look
I gaze at swelling torrents
Those enwrap me like
The tentacles of fiery octopus
Sorrow tinges me
With its viewless tints
Often in the sleepless nights
Being pricked by the thorns of sorrow
I am often left with
Tiny spots of congealed blood
Sorrow begets
Many secret pangs in my heart
In the dead of mournful night
Sitting at the corpse of a dream
Sorrow jeers at me
With a fistful disdain
Forgetting the pangs of life
When I go for a solicited repose
Even at that moment
Sorrow stings me as thorns of rose
When I weave a garland
To adorn my love
In the flickering darkness
Of stony night
Sorrow slumps upon my bosom
Enjoying a malicious delight.