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As the fear of unknown languish,
Why wail should I not in anguish
When all hope eludes and prospects fail,
As tear, my skin does this gale,
If death is imminent and in my rights,
Why then these sleepless nights,
So little of self I know, as much
Aware of others I am,
When all I manifest the Omnipotent,
Wonder I, why nurture hope,
To witness judgement on judgement day,
Is this to please Him, or just another day?
What I manifest,
Is nothing but unknown,
Am I still in dreams?
If not then why these dreams,
Of nothing but my reflection in a mirror,
And the insight covered with a veil.
Once a time was I smiled my heart away,
Now even remanents of this heart decay,
Sometimes there is that I hold my tongue,
Else what nought words can convey,
Dazed my soul in thoughts of you,
Forgot I, that sky is blue,
Accustomed I have become of this grief,
In this life so brief,
Lost have I all my pangs
Now only pain brings the relief.
Died has this flower in this heat,
But O! I still stand on my feet
Walk will I along these lanes,
Because all that remains,
Is your haze
And memory of those days
What would you know of my writing?
As awareness lays its' snare,
Taking away every share,
Listen to it, all along the way,
Cause, all ever will remain,
Even in confinement O! Tawseef,
Tortured and restless,
Without home or address,
As in this prison, I languish
Echoes of my anguish.
This one is dedicated to the mothers of Kashmir whose sons are lost, gone and missing.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
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