By Bahadur Hussain
(Published in Us, The News International)
July 09, 2010.

As if a pile of dirt - tramples my heart
As if a deep abyss - calls my name
And leaves me - a reason to fall apart
As if shackled in - sore cold chain
And I still live in - that dwelling of past
In those snows of love in the year - last
When thy departure seemed - ail in frost...


And it kills a part of me each time
Ailing from inside
Ailing from outside
But where will I go and hide?
If the dwelling is built in my mind...
But I have so many delights to see
Apart from this longing to be free
From the cold shackles
In such a life - not ample
And of eternal longing
Of happiness...
Yet another illusion



So I look at the sky
And shed silent tears
And wish a wish
The raindrops fall
To wash away my tears
To save me from all my fears
To take me away from all my cares...
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