*a Song Of Sorrow*

Poem By Mohammad Akmal Nazir

I write and remove thy name,
In this way I punish my heart,
Thy love was nothing but a game,
And I was defeated by thy ways smart.

I am still alive leading a life of curse,
My vivacity departs, my light is fading,
No one is here to find me a nurse,
And yet my peace thy memory is invading,

O soul, o life, be ready for something worst,
Something thy would never have seen,
My death will soon quench thy thirst,
Thou may get what I mean.

Comments about *a Song Of Sorrow*

Thanx for such a heart touching poem.
In this way i punish my heart! Thanks for sharing.
Something thy would never have seen. I think you mean something *the* would never have seen...? Tragically beautiful. Well-done.
very nice.... simple sorrow sounds great...
Love is gone, and it will come again, throughout the eternal journey. Not a curse but a new beginning, good write.


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