Continuity has its own strains, <br />A frozen life has so many pains, <br />Rising early in the morning, <br />Initially it was charming, <br />Sometimes I desire, <br />For the day entire, <br />May be passed on the bed, <br />The sun hot red, <br />May sleep somewhere, <br />And my lovely sphere, <br />May be free of sunlight, <br />And a moonlit night, <br />With the bright stars, <br />The tune of guitars, <br />Of the wind may please, <br />And pains may cease. <br /> <br />And the dream of a world, <br />Wherein whispers may be heard, <br />Of a thirsty lover, <br />And it may uncover, <br />A war-less earth, <br />And the peace its worth, <br />Having love as its crown, <br />White, black or brown, <br />Being crazy in a tone, <br />And sharing a throne, <br />On a love stage, <br />Having broken their cage, <br />May sing together, <br />And embrace each other. <br /> <br />A change has its own charms, <br />If it is too long I'm tired of the norms, <br />The greed of heaven and fear of hell, <br />May be helpful, useful and truth as well, <br />If ending in wars and killings and hate, <br />A slow-moving clock we must update. <br /> <br />But I know it's a dream so let me sleep, <br />A careless sleep, deep very deep, <br />And ask the sun not to rise once again, <br />Continuity of the sun is now source of strain.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/continuity-has-its-own-starins/
