Neither Ghalib nor Gibran,
nor the love songs of Rumi
can set my soul free
The wisdom of the fakir, and
the resolve of the assassin
fail to inspire me.
Neither the gospel of the apostle,
nor the blasphemy of the apostate
could quench my thirst and pain
My reed tells no tale
My book has no chapters
I live my life in vain.
2 comments:
Bro... miss our old days so much!
Well, last weekend i have started writing again........ join me ;)
i think this is ur masterpiece.. :)
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