After sipping <br />Drop after drop, <br />And surviving <br />After a fight against Death, <br />After a long time today <br />I have peeped into his eyes, <br />I held his hands, <br />Propped his arms, <br />Caressed his lashes. <br />I am listening to him, <br />I am collecting his tears, <br />Today again on being <br />Brightened of his light, <br />And being fragrant of his perfume, <br />Pulsation is dawdling down. <br />Now I am but devoid of ambitions, <br />My world is perfect, <br />Now why I should live <br />With no objective, <br />Someone should convey the Death <br />To approach me by Its own accord. <br /> <br />Written by Saamee Aejaz Translated by Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fondness-for-destination/
