Let Me Be As I Am Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

I have my night of own to write my day
And have my day of own to write my night
And painful joy to write my joyful pain
And joyful pain to write my painful joy;
The half of day has gone, I still here stand
In desert deep to wait for buddy thought;
Thee, stars of darks! The crags of weathered life,
Let play again the foolish game of wise,
And wait for other spring to smile of cloth,
Let below wind of wildest guts to wreck
This yacht in riotous sea to sink this truth;
Let Him be written other word despair
For other half of day till meet my end;
Let still me wait to be as I am me;
A sapless pale fallen leaf from holiest tree,
To hum appalled cry to nasty wind;
Detached beam from only star of day
To shake the nightly dew on misery bough;
An ashy rainbow over murky sea
Of twirling drops of gloom among the wafts;
A bruised rose whose autumn chest hath lost
The scent of truth by inner gale of chance,
And dozes beneath the thorny bush of darks;
A thoughtful lonely bird of wingless form
On naked branch of ailing tree with bow,
I, weak to fly and cry, and dark to see
And vain to feel and wait for holy wind
To lift the self to inner empty room;
A hostile docile wave for stony shore
Among the spiky waters, cutting guts;
I'm like a tainted slogan write on wings
Of wind against the legal crime of nights;
Let call me crow to share the news of souls
To trace their place of rest away from laps;
Let take thy views to thee and mine to me.
Let fly with pearls of sky in eyes through darks,
As flight is sweetest fruit of thoughtful bird.