I'm the one who's born by fate
by the mud, in the slime
my fragrance is not of this world
my appearance is like a divine
I'm the king, prince of my dark world
my treasure is full of shattered of hopes
no cupids, no angel wants to hug or hold
I'm the keeper of my own shrine
my appearance is like a divine
huh! my appearance is like a divine................
I begged and plead on heavens door
I asked and yearned for just a glimpse of love
alas! but all my pleads were thrown aside
I'm the keeper of my own shrine
huh! my appearance is like a divine
they say, asif! keep a grip on faith
this time will pass away of wrath of hate
the brightness is on its way, you just have to wait
ah! my sun of hopes has set without even shine
I'm the keeper of my own shrine
huh! my appearance is like a divine
thus now my breaths are breaking like
weak thread
my heart felts like it never had
the sound of thuds and flow of lime
I'm watching the casket of me and
no one by my side
I'm the keeper of my own shrine
huh! my appearance is like a divine
thus now my breaths are breaking like weak thread my heart felts like it never had the sound of thuds and flow of lime I'm watching the casket of me and no one by my side I'm the keeper of my own shrine huh! my appearance is like a divine It's a very deep poem, Asif. Watching one's own casket is beyond bodily world. Best Wishes Naseer
The format of the poem is great because of its rhythm and flow. Also the repetition in the las line of each stanza worked well. I sense acutely your longing (or even now being granted) to overpower adversity. An extremely well crafted poem. 10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great verses penned by great Asif! 10+