For a moment there I forgot that however slowly,
The sobbing night will pass,
The tear stains from the pillow will no longer be wet,
The surge of bile will have spilled, softened,
The old weakness will have returned, mocking,
In the orange mornings the shriveled heart will always beat for you.
The sobbing night will pass,
The tear stains from the pillow will no longer be wet,
The surge of bile will have spilled, softened,
The old weakness will have returned, mocking,
In the orange mornings the shriveled heart will always beat for you.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
5 comments:
Very subtle......loved this.
Utterly beautiful. In so few a lines, you have created a vivid, living picture. I like the flow and the sheer simplicity of this piece. Its been a long time since I read anything by you. Glad to know you're still up to it. And I like the changes you made to your blog as well.. :)
@Sreeja, thank you so much, all that's beautiful in life is subtle, isn't it :)
@Enigmatic Soul, hey thanks so much for dropping by. I am so glad that you liked the changes. I got santa Claus to thank for that. An early X mas gift :)
Lovely.. so touching..
@Majulika, I am so glad you liked it :)
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