My thoughts, like birds in a winter night <br />Filled with deep darkness and fierce fright, <br />Sit on boughs and twigs of hope <br />And try to save from breaking the delicate rope. <br /> <br />My thoughts, like pearls of dew, <br />Assure me of something new <br />That for success I must fight <br />When the sun rises to some height. <br /> <br />My thoughts, like the flowers smile <br />But all this is for a short while <br />Because they soon resort to withering <br />Nothing is left for preserving. <br /> <br />My thoughts like stars impudent <br />Twinkle and travel permanent <br />But when the sun rings morning bells <br />They move to take rest in heavenly cells. <br /> <br />My thoughts like waves of a stream <br />Move with charm as if in a dream <br />But when the shore stops them at once <br />They are awaken from this trance.<br /><br />Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-thoughts-54/
