farhan qureshi

A Burial To... - Poem by farhan qureshi

time is sleeping in my arms,
with all its comforts,
and all its charms,
all happiness is your preface to me,
you introduce a sparkle to my eyes,
ticks of clock stop for a moment,
and one more piece of joy dies,
into the shrines of our heart,
.....only this moment we have to share,
......and no more need of skies,
we have many dead periods
in our mind,
before it happen,
our eyes become blind,
let we try to make them alive,
this is the only way to survive..............

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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