Never-ending paths seemed to be ending <br />At yet there was no indication <br />Of a destination, a fruitful conclusion. <br />Realizing this he said <br />Come, Let's try to locate <br />Our lines of fate on the wind's palms! <br />And then azure waters <br />Frozen still from the dawn of time <br />Reverberated into expanding circles on the surface. <br /> <br />When the yellowed desert-like womb of time <br />Saw the birth of the sprouting <br />Shoots of woe <br />He was busy <br />Watching from the sea shore <br />Sails of boats. <br />The burning sand on the rims of his eyes <br />Had become wet. <br /> <br />And then it happened <br />Sitting on the other side of the wall of ennui <br />He was caught savouring <br />The taste of wind. <br />From that day onwards <br />Hiding their faces in wraps of sorrows <br />People figure out the lines of his face <br />From a distance.<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-faceless-portrait/
