You are in the center of a storm <br />in the middle of a virtual dorm <br />no roof over your head <br />hardly anything left unsaid <br />nowhere to go <br />in a dazzling limelight show <br />heart keeps beating <br />its throb repeating <br />your soul keeps yearning <br />the candle slowly burning <br />much resonates empty <br />And then a whispered senti! <br />like a lost far off echo <br />yet exotic like a gecko <br />clung to branches of life's tree <br />to fan colors in a florid spree <br />your mind keeps searching <br />your soul lurching <br />until right to that moment <br />intensity itself shall foment <br />rain...thunder...wash off grief <br />float forth a cherished relief <br />stride on, until the sun shows face <br />to show the way in a slowing race <br />Until your clothes dry <br />you whisper a muted sigh <br />No more hiding, roam <br />your soul finds a way back home <br />you choose to put forth your hands <br />To hold lovingly those ties and bands <br />Look up in the air and say <br />Oh! Allah you gave me this special day <br /> <br />Original, <br />13th Oct,2k12, <br />Islamabad.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-time-1310-2k12/
