Those words which I wrote
on the canvas of my thoughts
are scattered all around
Those dreams which I sew
with the thread of hopes
are broken and gone
Those wishes thus I made
to be loved not hate
are flooded and drowned
no hopes remained to be cleft
no wishes to be made
no dreams to be found
no rising to the sky
no falling to the ground
no feelings are left
no happiness do accept
my being my fate
in the mirror as i once saw
a smiling face, full of love
is faded and gone
Ah! just the thought of
loosing self is left
or I may be lost
hi baloch your poems are as goog as of a great poet.please send me your comments about my poems. saqib baloch
It would be tragic indeed to lose even the thought of oneself. Excellent poem. kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed abstract poem, deep ideas well embedded.....10+++