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ashfaq bakali Poems
Dying To Live Again
I am lying on the bed with abscess in my rear and wrapped in white clouds of fear. The nurse was flashing an animated smile but I am sombre like I am on a trial.
My Heart Skips A Beat
Here comes the pain again thumping, throbbing on my chest Feels like an approaching train
Sonia My Sonia
Every now and then this thought comes into my mind That you were made for me only You were living far away with the stars in the sky And you were sent to this earth just for me
I hear Christmas is coming
I hear Christmas is coming, Santa songs people are humming. Crazy days and cuddly nights, Joy and love, fairy lights.
Christmas come soon
Losing my marbles waiting for ages. Had a long dreary year! someone open the cages.
I wanna go home for Christmas
Cold, lonely, long nights endless hours before dawn. The flickering candle in the night, brings up yawn after yawn.
Holding you in my arms, peeping through the windows of your eyes. Is it your breath or mine? who knows, who cares!
As I gaze into those beautiful, mystical eyes I feel my heart being sweetly taken away Her eyes cast a spell so powerful and irresistible Tightly between my arms is where I want her to stay
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Dying To Live Again
I am lying on the bed with abscess in my rear
and wrapped in white clouds of fear.
The nurse was flashing an animated smile
but I am sombre like I am on a trial.
I see her as an angel of death in her gown
I fear in the 'red devil' I will drown.
Having chemotherapy, radiation and then tamoxifen,
I want to ask God, 'what is my sin? '
Outside, the sun is shining
but inside, I am whining.
The leafy trees are dancing in the breeze,
and me going, 'Help me Oh! God, please'.
Clusters of hair falling on my hands,
deep in the gorge my confidence ...