From A Deep Stricken-Heart - Poem by Shuaib Saifi
Neither the earth is mine nor sky,
Nor the scented flowers, nor the sun;
Nor the stars nor the moon that shines
Almost all the nights for everyone.
Many pleasant days, starry nights
Fresh mornings, beautiful evenings are gone.
But no calm could ever walk by me,
Except the sorrow, despair and the deep moan.
One day there will be no sun,
No moon, no star, no earth, no sky:
But my pain is so blessed,
It may never die.
Comments about From A Deep Stricken-Heart by Shuaib Saifi
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye