Believe me
I know nothing
Even I am not sure
Would I be able to inhale
One more puff of O2
Yet I want to tell you
What I just saw in a wakeful dream
I am 40
Still wearing the same old shoes
Hair are falling
Like autumn is knocking at my door
I talk little and look prudent
An old beggar passes by
Reminds me of something
Which a similar fellow told me
When I was 20
Kamran!
You never listen to anyone
But I am here to tell you
That your presence in this world
Has made some difference
I know you have had been thinking
To quit this abode full of dissonance
But I beg you
Please never give up
Till your last breath
April 17,2009
i can relate to the state in which this is written...yes, let's not give up!
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Your poetry is often very interesting monologue with your inner self, with your own future and fate, as if through verses you provoke the destiny to tell you her secrets. You have a very genuine, sincer style of writing, which gains me as your reader...