Alas! I lost my comfort and now my existence, <br />Cause I saw a flower full of fragrance, <br />Was pretty but surrounded by thorn fence, <br />And I wanted to get it breaking any hindrance. <br /> <br />The flower pointed at me as same my will, <br />And waving its head, it assured me, <br />A was satisfied and could pass any hill, <br />Only its pointing kept me in glee. <br /> <br />I started moving to reach the flower, <br />Thorn stopped me, but I kept on, <br />I was bleeding but smiling with shower, <br />I felt many times but I kept on. <br /> <br />I reached the flower with fine intention, <br />Forgot my wounds I was near my destination, <br />And I made aware it with my notion, <br />And a long time we did too mention. <br /> <br />Now I wanted to get its respondence, <br />But it didn't speak 'on this' even a single word, <br />Being on thorns I waited with confidence, <br />But it dejected and made dark my happy world. <br /> <br />It pushed me on thorns and disabused too, <br />On my will was to pluck, but it thought wrong, <br />I appreciated it for its beauty and loved too, <br />But it refused me and disliked my song. <br /> <br />I broke badly while falling on the ground, <br />And my dreams collapsed like a house of sand, <br />My wounds were aching but made no sound, <br />And now I've no place for one to be land. <br /> <br />Now I've truned a stone by prayer, <br />And nobody is near me as may be my dear, <br />Cause I've been broken by a false player, <br />And have no might to do it again, I clear, <br />Nobody is able to be called mine, <br />Hands meet but between hearts a rine. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Rine means ditch<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-singing-broken-heart/
