Endless Thirst Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

I could not say
of what i actually lost
-where and how?
and
have not found yet thereafter;
poet lalon and Hason Raja could have percieved this very well;
The distant flowers pouring fragrance,
the gentle wave touching the lonely shore-
fire flies
carrying the light
cool and blue-
could say something;
sunshine gone and
shadows fled,
in this twilight zone
how would i translate my yearnings then!
a graceful morning and
a lazy noon
or
a starry night could perhaps say but they do not do;
I still keep on
searching the inconcievable
in a path always
thirsty and bending somewhere.