This one was lost <br />To the night's seeds <br />To the hopes of flowering moons <br />With him die the cosmic ambitions <br />Sight of stars and rising suns <br />He is said to have flown like an invisible bird <br />He or she would make little difference <br />We loose <br />And we again go through many births <br />I do not remember whose birth I am <br />So no other will remember whose birth <br />I shall be <br />Except that like spirits with powers <br />In myths <br />Some shall live longer than many others <br />This is a grim circumvolution of existence <br />No matter <br />All the lies that we tell ourselves <br /> <br />Islamabad <br />15/6/2010<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-tell-ourselves/
