How Night Lives My Life? Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
How Night Lives My Life?
Am I cursed?
Or
Am I blessed?
Am I a Saint?
Or
Just a filthy mud?
Whateve’?
When Bullah,
Asked You the same Question?
You denied nothing…
And tonight,
Your same obnoxious silence;
Is killing me…
Like You just killed,
The innocent Day…
Why every Night?
This happens to me;
You come to rescue me,
Still
You never touch me…
How can You?
Love and Hate me,
At one time…
In one single moment,
You own me;
And
In the same little span,
You deny me…
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4/25/2024 6:36:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
kamran dear for me whatever u write is simply the best now what is this new thing 'Bullah' is it a he or she or ghost or god whoever, may god bless u dear -10 anjali