gazal
today my poor heart
again bows before you with a plea
give unto my pen
today another tragedy
it’s been ages
since i sipped from the cup of pain
to stir a fiery
ember or two in my hurt would you deign
the paper’s blank
desire silently watches on
as in the land of
words wanders the lost caravan of songs
i want to walk with
the pain of a thorn in my foot, the unpaved
distance however
great from sorrow to the grave
oh come! it’s
turning its back on shiv, even this pain that was left
this tale that he
was counting on, that for ages he’d safely kept
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