A poem I came across and liked.
Drifting away
Gently with the tides,
Taking the blessed days and nights
With you, oh precious boat!
Won't you slow down a bit?
I've got so little of your gifts!
Stranded on the ground
Of this transient land,
Caught in the mirage
Nothing but heated sand
I embraced with both hands!
Only to discover
The gem of life,
Is shaped with
Days and nights of sacrifice.
When you make the trip next year
I ponder with tears
Will I still be around?
If this was the final treat,
I only hope I'm haven-bound
Gently with the tides,
Taking the blessed days and nights
With you, oh precious boat!
Won't you slow down a bit?
I've got so little of your gifts!
Stranded on the ground
Of this transient land,
Caught in the mirage
Nothing but heated sand
I embraced with both hands!
Only to discover
The gem of life,
Is shaped with
Days and nights of sacrifice.
When you make the trip next year
I ponder with tears
Will I still be around?
If this was the final treat,
I only hope I'm haven-bound
by:
Ershad Khan
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