The Search - Poem by Shahida Latif
The emotions have lost,
The bankless clamour;
The days, months and years,
Have healed the wounds,
Deep and grievous,
Of the mourning heart;
That it received breaking
Asunder in twain, When
A part of my country parted,
Whose thorns smelt even like roses.
Who knows how many caravans
Passed by, the sifting sands
Have erased the prints;
But still I wander in the wilderness,
In search of Quaid like leading figure,
Containing in the heart warmth of sincerity;
And in the brain light of wisdom.
Who knows how long,
I have to ramble depressed, disappointed.
Comments about The Search by Shahida Latif
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You