there I saw <br />the lurking pain, <br />sadness and anger <br />in the words <br />written by past <br /> <br />there I felt <br />incomplete love <br />with yearns and hope <br />for one last <br />brighter sun <br /> <br />alas! why are you <br />weeping or wailing, asif <br />for not being discovered <br /> <br />look what happen to those <br />who were been found <br />by each other <br />to get destroyed? <br />- <br />ah! my friend, my soul <br />my secret keeper <br />loneliness is curse <br />through years my love <br />it is grief in the heart <br />which is never cured, never tend <br />alone gloom of age makes <br />dark thy face and <br />thy life of grace draws <br />near its end <br /> <br />- <br />This poem which I wrote is in response of the one I read, written by a fellow poet ' Lady Grace ' - ' A silver wedding anniversary ' here on PH<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gloom-of-age/
