Sweet persuasions for the pain's sake <br />Numb limbs and dry mouth <br />The soul as if gathering from the tips <br />Wit's effort for the last bow in smile <br />Warm hands for the cold dry feet <br />For the palms hoping to sweat <br />Lips twitched that had kissed lives <br />The cup was with the angel of death <br />This short would then be the definite end <br />With such suddenness would every one be left <br />Asleep for the discovery of the life's nothingness <br />Much easier is the transition than forsaken <br />Back to life called the angel of love <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />24/3/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-life-3/
