Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 23, 2017

Hopes and Sighs ~by Ziauddin Bulbul



Hopes and Sighs

On my door
It’s not the wind
But the knocking of your soul
In the outside it mustn’t be dark
My past was as if covered by dusk.
With what a fearful tremor, expired, this heart was shaken up !
From the day of your departure
I’m suffering with this ailment of heart.
Days are passing through the waves of life
I remained awake with quietus whole of the night
Suddenly dawn cried out from the heaps of ashes, and also the birds.

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