Feelings Of An Absurd Being. Poem by Zaffar Qureshi

In parts I fell off the shelf
and somehow,
gathered somewhere else,
where things never cling,
where the free raven sings,
and the night's lonely sky,
is home to my gloomy eye.
The rain drops sheen,
the grass gleaming green,
and
the old willow tree,
eerily looks at me,
as
along a lonely forest path
with a barely beating heart,
I walk,
towards a place
where the certainly doomed stay,
where the gloomy, murky graves are laid,
and the smirky sun is forever hid,
by the coulds it's forbid,
to shine upon this dreary land,
lest, it should sprout with love again.
The wise, the broken hearted say,
from love you must stay away.