What the fate has <br />Given me <br />A gift for tolerance <br />And serenity <br />The silver that spreads <br />Slowly, slowly <br />Like a plague <br />All over me <br />The thoughts and <br />Dreams <br />Dying with hushed cries <br />The feelings that I <br />Once owned <br />Has lost and gone <br />Since long <br />I have become like <br />A zombie <br />With nothing left <br />Inside <br />Just hunger for <br />Love <br />Which I could not <br />Find <br />Like a tree in the <br />Desert <br />Longing for a <br />Life <br />Looking at every <br />Cloud <br />That sometimes <br />Passed by <br />With pleads and <br />Begs <br />Inside his lonely <br />Eyes <br />Just wants drizzle of <br />Few drops <br />On his dry life <br />Praying for the storm <br />To come <br />With lightning and <br />Thunder sound <br />Grab him with all <br />The force <br />And tear him of this <br />Devastated ground<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-storm/
