An Ode To a Young Lady
As a youth of
fourteen, I saw you
first,
With silky hair
waving, waving
along the cheecks,
You nodded, talked,
moving hands, trod,
I could not hear, but
lovely lips played.
Fancy I more, and
more lose sense,
What charm, what
beauty,
what power you
possess!
This sight I sought
whenever I drearmed,
Nothing I want, if i
see you once again.
Alas! What I call the
destiney, that takes
you far away?
The void feels ghastly,
and mush is in tumult;
Wherupon I seek u?
Whereupon I perch?
Loneliness my
destiney, I am robbed
of the rest,
How long I live alone?
How long tolerate?
Let me go
unconscious, let me
annihilate .
Hashim.
Copyright © Hashim Nizamani | Year Posted 2013
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