Its like a withered leaf
A moment of grief
No emotions to sale
No sympathies to buy
Nothing to laugh
No reason to cry
its all around me
just dusk and dark
nothing vivid to see
I am burning without spark
the life is now just to pass not live
I have left with nothing which I can give
I have lost my soul I have lost myself
Just eve everywhere no dawn is left
No hope in hymns but only a dirge
Just mournful chants and only cries
That’s what I am …..without you
irum inayat
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