Treasure Island

manzar jahangir


BURN ME


I am not wet,
I am not moistured
I am dry
Burn me.

I am neither stone
Nor glass
I am page of lost memories,
Tear me off bottom,
Burn me
Burn me.

These charms
Would not hold the clock back!
Nobody would sing
This chorus again!
My roots are being eaten away
By termite,
Let the leaves of hopes be fallen
Burn me
Burn me.

The stars of my fate
Doth not shine on my forehead
I am not to beg for moon
I am scluptured with soil
And is full of cunning
Why thou flatter
To make me fly in space
Burn me
Burn me.

I am shivering in solitude
And thinking is turned off.
Give me the heat of sighs
To stop my vibrating body
Burn me
Burn me.

I am not to stay
Too much is to do
I am not to sit
Don't cover me Manzar
With too closed fence.
Burn me
Burn me.

Submitted: Saturday, November 09, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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