Gloom sometimes clutches you tightly in its grip...
Gloom
Gloom like the deepest of nightsEngulfs all the chambers of mind
Drowns the castles of my dreams
Meadows of my warm youth green.
Shadows of tall trees of aspirations
Bend deep down with the drought
Of melancholy; and the candles of
Hope flicker, threaten to blow out…
Red o’ the setting sun of passion
Is replaced by the dun o’ the sky
The night of the gloom quietly
Blends with the anguished sky
And I think of the days gone by
Of love passion and infinite joy
And the cruel time passes by
For centuries, and will pass by
Sharing with me my lonely gloom
My descent n’ inevitable doom…
And the river of melancholy
Will keep flowing eternally
I sit on the banks and watch
Water flowing never endingly
And stifle a sigh silently…
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2008-01-25 at 00:29
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