Treasure Island

Shaikh Mehmood

(Karachi, Pakistan)

The Melancholy Journey


No sign of a blush, no stir in the air_ in the solitary,
The man was still as he could be in the dark vicinity.

He flew from his heaven, but received no further motion,
As the keel gets steady in the vast ocean.

Without either sign or sound of at least a bug,
Only what he could do was just to shrug.

So gradually he rose but suddenly fell,
Down went his every jewel.

Crawling he moved for any sound of a nightingale,
But the poor was waited by a violent gale.

He was swung & thrown onto the plank at the rageful waves,
He took fright & cried but around he could see was just the land of graves.

Paltry was then taken among rocks and cavern,
He started proclaiming_ but now it was unavailing.

Then, he came across the tremorous scene of sheen,
Trembling he went towards the Supreme Being.

Oh God! Pardon pleaded the human being,
All his proclaiming & roaring, so ended in mourning.

He was made to vail because it was all in vain,
Indeed it_ a melancholy of his vainglory.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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