The Time Indicator of Clock
The time indicator of clock
Is going round and round
And I am getting older
And the pages of Calendar
Are its daily reminder.
Through the pain of loneliness
Insult and shame
I am passing my best time of youth
And I don't even know your name.
Time is running out
The burden of sorrow is increasing day by day
And all interest to be alive is fading away.
In my lifetime shall I be so lucky
To hold you close to me?
Babe this difficult question
Is recurring in my brain
Over and over again.
Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2011
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