Every day cloud burst over my head <br />Every day in multiplication, I die, <br />every day I dance In a dark room <br />of sorrow and happiness, with broom <br />Into the light, I shy that quickly hie// <br />Why to weep and why to cry, <br />Under the veiled canopy of false hood <br />Still, at some precious moment <br />I have a movement with my thought <br />Into the deep dense wood// <br />With a naked thought of a child <br />A pawn like pen, <br />A chess board like a paper <br />Desirous Victory winning bard <br />Under thy Cord, O my Lord////<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-19/
