Empty Hall Poem by fardush alam

february 21,2014 at 12: 24pm

For more than half a life I've loved you

I love you even still;

for more than two times half a life,

I know I always will.


Those four lines of verse,

whose tune I need not rehearse,

I wrote one anniversary day.

I wrote them some time ago from too far away;

they were just a small part of what i had to say.


They were just a short stanza of a song

that I wrote to my life;

though I wrote them some time ago so long

how so sharp still their knife.


Do I think it will yet be true today?

yes, early, even on tomorrow's frosty breath.

Sorrow, nor none I know can quite such a song;

not years a century long; no, not even death.


those words were once sung in absolute joy

to the blue skies and green forests tall.

Too late I learned what I did not know,

my concert echoed..echoed..echoed

as a note-less call within an empty hall

.. all within an empty hall

..in an empty hall

.. empty hall

.....all..........