Do Not Say He Is Sad Poem by Zaffar Qureshi

Life is too long, too short,
a Leviathan, turns its head,
towards me,
whenever I look at happiness.
To stray away from moments;
If granted,
forgetfulness is bliss,
watery eyes a blessing.
Involuntary movements,
Inconsequential actions,
wasted lines of palms,
are void of misery,
butthinking, butbeating hearts -
voids of misery.
All the upward flicks of my lips
are deceptive,
lies,
external causality,
When you see me,
do not say
He is sad,
say -
HE IS SADNESS.