unrest
night is itevery one in the deep slumber
quiet as the space
my room is dark
for i have blown off the candles
the candles that bring forth
forth the false faces
i close my eyes in silence
as i rest on the pillow
i sleep on my side
with an aching heart
dont ask me society can give me peace
i know all are the false words
no herbs of wild
nor medicines of allopath
can bring me rest
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2007-05-23 at 13:13
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