Memory Mirth or Death Birth
Life is an edgeless trackthats fragile, can be cracked
It has four phases
Memory, Breath and dream ages
Memory pains breath,
breath inhales death
death uncloses the weird gates
while entering in it one can gaze
whether has gained, or got late
memory comes to the late ,blowing hot
and pleads them, now regret not!
Breath enters like zephyr and hails
those who were wise and now they regale
Dream time could only condole
those who trashed breath sitting on the shore
of that sea, to which they put hope
to carry them on its waves,to grasp the firm rope
Alas!each time it threw them back on their home.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-06-02 at 09:22
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