Lost here alone, rose in hand, <br />powerless await; fairy and a wand. <br /> <br />Like a cherub smile, in same breath cry, <br />storms roar tireless, hear not me sigh. <br /> <br />There by you, watch the ebbing tide. <br />A ghost wanders moors, ever by your side. <br /> <br />Color of dominions, your beauty, grace. <br />Love's pain eternal, imbues my gloomy face. <br /> <br />Muted spring fades to a desolate bane. <br />Forlorn watch, suffer silent in the pain. <br /> <br />A beautiful flower, across the sandy spar. <br />Trounced my desires, in torrents that scar. <br /> <br />Sighing heave, I watch the dying day. <br />Call out your name in echoes that flay. <br /> <br />It stays just the same. Always will be so. <br />Live all the pain the blues and the low. <br /> <br />In forlorn days, a tear dropp ever falls, <br />Lifeless I wander parks and lit malls. <br /> <br />A lonely heart beats, falters and stalls. <br />In banshee squalls, a weary seagull calls. <br /> <br />original. <br />15 Dec,2k11. <br />Islamabad. <br /> <br />http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=-7zGZCuljFE<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weary-seagull-s-call-1512-2k11/
