Days and nights swing <br />In the maze of morning's wing <br />drip vines and timeless threads <br />pain on sleepless mossy beds <br /> <br />Toss, worn out smudged days <br />Afloat on endless vacant ways <br />amidst a soulless empty yawn <br />Await a far off kindled dawn<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smudged-days-3006-2k11/
