While dashing over, <br />The cusps of my heart, <br />you forget, <br />the delicacy of rose petals, <br />i fear the silences of nights, <br />When I am driven insane in vanished dream, <br />When to forget the fiames of the wound? <br />I dont know the ends of pains, <br />but i know how it cuts, <br />and splits. <br />deep and bleeds, <br />in utters of brain stem, <br />with distal radiation, <br />hunting in reciprocal and random.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-ends-to/
