i know that the dark is out
but i have yet stared not,
reading the books, for me,
which be burden to me,
to this midnight turn,
let me do some learn
but 'tis
the only thing which is one,
in all senses of true success,
and for the better happiness
still when its the starting
i feel like its been the ending
and iam tired of being like this
God oh God help mine, will to pass,
through my distractive sleep.
and never let me sleep with him
but make me one with the books
and drive me into fresh looks
not making me feel any more or less.
.............Sohail Sayeed bukhari
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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