August 17th - Poem by Asma Khan
I began my journey when the storm was over
clear and silent, I stepped out of your destiny
The stars were all spent in the darkness of time
dead and wrecked, I moved towards the oceans' rave
Hallowing winds directed me to astrayed islands
lonely and deserted, I began to venture myself
I know you lived by the seasons in harmony after me
happy and gay, you forgot all pains of time
I compromised my dreams for your desires
broken and helpless, I quietened my screaming warth
Sunshine illuminates my vision with bygones
polished and kindled, I longed to live the past again
What harm does the setting moon or sun may have?
smokeless and fearless, I left behind all scars of the past
Seventeenth day of August haunts me to call you back
hushed and doubted, I wonder what do you want me to do?
This is a little like departure when it is no longer 'US'
awed and shocked, I know how deceitful love can be...
The shadows of falling nights are less like me now
composed and dark, I see your dusky eyes dripped in my dreams
The pain is a little like the joy unexplained
soothing and charming, I sensed how extinct bliss can be!
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