Another ghazal. 

That is All


Of my pain, my grief, you’re unaware, that is all.

I am living on morsels of tear, that is all.


On your path you met too many beguiled lovers,

I am lost in my mazy life here, that is all.


Whatever you say, I assume it to be true,

I do not question, I do not dare, that is all.


The karma now falls on me through many cascades,

I cannot look at the whitish glare, that is all.


Time left me bleeding with too many wounds to count.

Ah, I need to catch a breath of air, that is all.


Those who enter the tavern want to know my loss,

I am too reserved, I do not share, that is all.


The wine's soothing grace is not new to me, it helps

Me briefly forget the vile affair, that is all.


Don't trouble me with too many whys and hows,

My eyes are now bloodshot—beware!, that is all.


The night is tender. Bibek, begin a ghazal,

The heart, like a falling star, would flare, that is all.

Bibek Adhikari  

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-04-14 at 08:54

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem throughout, but especially I cherish the adjective "mazy" as being fresh and new, and I prize the last three couplets as being a very firm ending to a very fine ghazal.