Words Left In The Left Pocket Of My Pheran, Without Me Poem by MOHAMMAD HAFIZ GANIE

Laid lazy, just standing
Behind the scenes, dying Chinar
I fought so much of myself, wars i lost
My wounded skin, under my Pheran

My heavy breath, the detachments
I'm already feeling, the failure
My muddy hands, frozen still
Clotted scratches, oozing red

I'm in satisfaction, with torment
We live, when we know to die
These scenes, i came along with
Let me count my days, none

But now I'm safe, with my voyage
Healing by myself, with what I know
Thus ending up, with the scenes
The sky, horizon and life, but not me

-Mohammad Hafiz