The Ashraf Sheikh
My Song! ! - Poem by The Ashraf Sheikh
To the sun that shone each day.
To the wind that blew astray.
To the sky and the heavens above.
To the snow melting on mountaintop.
To the stream surging away.
To the rocks that blocked its way.
To the trees shivering alone.
To the birds mesmerizing song.
To the clouds of despair.
To the little joys for it to repair.
To the absurd query of the kid.
To the vagabonds; begs and plead.
To the sovereign of the mighty empire.
To the long lost history, I aspire.
To such wonders of the past and present,
Do I and my soul awake.
And as these things grow old with time,
There is a certain revival in the breath I take.
And the life I live remains no longer the same.
With my vision renewed with elegance.
So I cherish a new sun everyday,
And bid the wind goodbye, which comes back again.
An unlocked sky alluring me to heaven.
With the melting snow leaving the mountain side,
To join the stream down below,
And the rocks blocking it to sustain,
As the mountain doesn’t wants to let it go.
The solitary tree shedding tears at their departure,
With the bird singing a gloomy song.
And the cloud raining to awake and cure.
Wild joys of love and laughter that remained lost for long.
With the kid seeking refuse in the rain,
And the vagabond washing away his wounds and pain.
And the empire rising from its ashes
Whilst history was in its remake.
Such is my life, a wonderful compilation,
It’s a song that’s meant to be sang,
In moments of ecstasy and adversity,
During periods of repose and minutes of strife
And thus I move on in life.
And thus I move on in life.! ! ! ! ! ! !
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