Broken Man Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

i walk alone on this dusty path.
Too hurt to smile.
Could not raise a laugh.
Hurt and betrayed.
My heart ache, was inevitable.
Broken hearted.

When i was younger.
Love was my hunger.
Devour my object of affection.
Learned hard, lessons of rejection.
I have no objection.
Just Mr Nice Guy.
I try and but I get hurt.
Pinned against the wall
, another knife in my back.
Loving feeling I now lack.

Fatigued and tired.
Company no longer desired.
I walk alone.
Pauper with a broken heart,
now sitting alone.
I walk alone.
i walk alone.........


I Siddiqi 28.05.09