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"...and there will be a time,
yes, dearest heart,
there will be a time,
there will be a time for those sad eyes,
those eyes...
now so free flowing with the nectar deeply drawn
from the well of your secret soul,
these tears will refresh your inner being,
you will smile again sweet angel,
hush, sleep now
and dream upon the wingless sailing stars,
the Lord of the seven heavens has thus spoken..."*



©Rangzeb Hussain
Be gone thy spirit and soul.
Let me die here and now.

For I have lost all hope of this life.
I wish for death on the swiftest of wings,
or a sign of hope on the stampeding
hooves of life.

Beaten down into the earth.
Bones of mentality shatter,
a dozen times over.

Screaming anxiety let my soul die.
Let my spirit dwindle.
I banish thee and go in grace.

For I have tried and failure prevailed.
I need not be here.
I don't belong.

So let me be and go and rest my
splintered spirit and die on this barren ground
which is called life.

— The End —