The pain is as if
It rips me apart
The world is closing on me
Sleep is hundreds of leagues
Away are the dreams
To show once again the bloom
Health is the one treasure
Good fortune then distant away
To the night's damp blanket of doom
The sight is fixed for the dawn
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
September 27,2012
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