Misery Poem by Buhroo Muzzafar

When i look at myself; I Percieve How beautiful sorrow am I; when thou want to look at misery; look at me; I am a bird with less materialism and ambition; however I am not disheartened by Looking myself that way; I choose to thy smile;
they choose to be my pain;
the pain that remindes me of thou; When Every walking feet goes from thy Domicile; How come I See thou in dreams;
when sleep is crime; A crime full guiltness and remorse; O, misery Seperate my sanguine from my body; this pain hurts my inner pain;