Weeping Shahbaz No. 1

 

For how long do I tread on this lonesome road?
For how long do I carry this immense load?
For how long do I yearn for a hand to hold?

Have I not grown old?
Have I not bled enough?
Have I not seen enough days rough?

I’ve walked on stones sharp,
Waiting for a lover’s harp.
To play a note so divine,
My seeping blood becomes wine.

I’ve seen morose times,
I’ve written rosy rhymes.
Waiting for days so serene,
My weary skin develops a sheen.


Shahbaz Khan

Poet, story-writer, quizzer, blogger. www.thelonelypoetnet.wordpress.com

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