Those words which I wrote <br />on the canvas of my thoughts <br />are scattered all around <br /> <br />Those dreams which I sew <br />with the thread of hopes <br />are broken and gone <br /> <br />Those wishes thus I made <br />to be loved not hate <br />are flooded and drowned <br /> <br />no hopes remained to be cleft <br />no wishes to be made <br />no dreams to be found <br />no rising to the sky <br />no falling to the ground <br />no feelings are left <br />no happiness do accept <br />my being my fate <br /> <br />in the mirror as i once saw <br />a smiling face, full of love <br />is faded and gone <br /> <br />Ah! just the thought of <br />loosing self is left <br />or I may be lost<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loosing-self/
