Comments about Javed Latoo
Of The Depression
'Of the depression'
When aquamarine skies look grey to our eyes
The stars no longer adorn the heavens or shine bright;
When the golden rays of sunlight disappear from the skies
The silver rays of the moonlight look like phantoms of the night.
When we feel imprisoned with no escape from this dark place
And dazzling beauty looks like an old wrinkled face;
When sorrowful eyes stare into a cold empty space
Oblivious of the loved ones; their beauty and grace.
In this period we are neglected by the angel of sleep
The taste of our favourite ...