A Broken ray, <br />Comes to me. <br />I know, <br />It’s your reflection; <br />But, it’s cold. <br />My cold-blooded fingers can’t catch the fire, <br />Still, I want to write an elegy, <br />On your Birthday, <br />On Christmas Eve. <br />My hands are frozen, <br />And have no bones; <br />I feel the cold, <br />All over my comatose body. <br />And it’s because, <br />I have lost you. <br /> <br /> <br />December 24,2001<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-elegy-6/
