I wish I could write a word, <br />Out of multitude of thousands, <br />That might raise my mettle, <br />And be recognized at the first glance. <br /> <br />The naughty hope whispering <br />Tells me time and again, <br />“Write, write and write more, ” <br />Some one should tell me how long, <br />I should write for writing, <br />Made me half dead. <br /> <br />The disjoint, disordered, paralyzed, <br />The dumb, deaf and mute words, <br />Give no voice, no sound and no sense, <br />They neither unlock their lips, <br />Nor convey my inner self. <br /> <br />Oh! God; <br />Give me a word alive and spirited, <br />That should share my joys, my worries, <br />Laugh, joke, play and ply with me, <br />Open the door of mysteries, <br />And in my absence respond at, <br />My name is addressed by someone else.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-strange-desire/
