Saturday, August 5, 2017

gazal-

-my  every  day  routine  and  coming  and going
-in several  towns  my  life  is  lead
-these  few friends surrounding  me
-they  are  my  all earmings and assets
-not  liked  by  my narrow minded  killer
-words of  thanksgiving  daggers  of  smiles
strange  were  the  ways  of  his  against  illuminations
-blowing  off  all the  lamps  lighting  the  torches with  flames
-my  nature  never  matched  the  world's
-i  never  belonged  to  ot  , the  world  never  became  mine
-looking  for  myself  in the core  of  this world
-lost  my individuality  in the  dust  of  it
-life !where  should  i  place  your  funeral tell me
-lifting  your  dead  burden is  killing  me

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