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The unnamed Melancholy


Uzma Sadaf

There is an-named melancholy

What name should I give to it

It is some pain, some sweet poison

Which is tearing at my heart

It has made my lips bluish

I am tossing from one side to the other

In the dry water. You are far away

May be you come back the next year

My deserted dreams tease me too much

Some times I see an innocent chicken

With its blood stained body in the teeth of a puppy

Some times there is a dove in the siege of a snake

Some times a tiny young one of the wolves

In the glares of its hungry elders

Lonely and helpless

There is an unnamed melancholy

Which has made me to break all relation with you

I wish to flee far away to some lonely place

Where there is no body, not even you

I wish you never come back

And I continue wandering in the mirages

And when you think of finding me

I wish you never succeed in finding a single clue

And you should never be able to see except the sand

Spreading all around,

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