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Poetry and Passions
by
Uzma Sadaf
Poetry is annoyed with me
All the passions have died
It looks as if the mouth of my pen
Has frozen with chill
And it cannot write
The words are standing distant
The meanings have been lost somewhere
Nothing is left with me.
There is a burden of sin
That is lying on my shoulders
And sticking with them
I try to find some shelter
Some escape
But find myself chained
It seems I am done with!
Obliterated!
Yes, it was I
But what a difference
Between then and now!
My very-self has been halved
I had come out of home
To complete myself
I wanted to accomplish myself
And then, I was torn into pieces
Even now the time passes
And looks to those pieces
Those lifeless pieces
The symbols of my half-self
It looks to those wishes of mine
That have changed into a dream
I had come out to create a new self
Then every thing was lost
Time passed away
I was obliterated
And nothing survived to tell of me!
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