The Soul's Desert - Poem by Nazmul Haque
The deepest part of the feeling always remain unexpressed,
The dearest part of the words always remain unsaid,
The weakest part of the heart always remain unshown.
Absence is so painful,
But presense is not so sweet,
So much crowd ouside,
So much isolation inside;
When looked out, everyone is there,
When felt in, no one is near.
Sorrow cuts through happiness,
Happiness dies the moment it's born,
My soul's desret always remains the same.
Life goes on-
But there is always something missing,
And my soul always suffers from
the unkown thirstiness.
I wants to drink from Life's pot -
The juice to its last drop,
But the drink only touches my lips
And my soul's desert always remain untouched.
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