My Days Pass

by Dr Amanullah Ashru

 

As my days pass,

unbroken perfection is the past.

The best of the lot is the lost one,

laughter is loud, cry is deep in my heart.

 

Joy is in my dream,

and sorrow carry on wakeful hours.

Daily profit plunge into waters of life,

the long journey is skill to cover.

 

Always struggle to reach the goal.

I am standby, the call does not come.

Comest down to me the failure of the past.

I do not give it up and decide to hold right.

I promised my mate: wait, I shall come.

The secret of my heart, I weep she is not here.

In the last glimmer of sunsets, I lost my mate

in the shoreless ocean. She is free, as waves from

wounds I cry.

 

My days pass.

Every day waits for the night.

The tunnel of night ends in the morning shine.

My days pass.

 

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