Withered Poem by Asif Baloch

Grieving heart, grieving soul
grief is within
yearn to grieve no more

with my dimmer vision
and weakened desires
on the palm, pearls which I hold
are lost, vanished in the mist of fate
like broken dreams once sew with hope

in rainbow I can see no color any more
in roses I feel dead and sore
He was furious that's why, He left me here
and shut me out from heaven's door

O my dear friends
O my unborn love
unstinted welcome here is thine
do remember me as the one who was lost
when I leave my body withered and blind