Thursday, March 10, 2005

Pleasure in Pain

Pleasure in Pain

Like the solitary autumn cloud
Black-breasted with rain,
Like the lone crysanthemum
In the grassy plain,
Like the crickets' eerie sound
In the quiet of the night,
Like the only woken cuckoo
Lost in pre-dawn flight,
Like the wave that brakes the rhythm
Of an unerring sea,
Like the freshly marbled grave
In an unkempt cemetery,
There is a little fondness
In memories of things no more,
Which when I remember Make me happier than before


At 6:08 AM, Blogger Braveheart said...

jise le ga_ii hai abhii havaa vo varaq thaa dil kii kitaab kaa
kahii.n aa.Nsuo.n se miTaa huaa kahii.n aa.Nsuo.n se likhaa huaa
-- Bashir Badr



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