Wednesday 10 August 2016

MINE


As a kid I played and laughed 
With glowing noisy and wrecked toys
I called them mine and kept them in loft 
But soon they perished without any noise 

As a lad I was struck and inflicted with love 
Surrounded by damsels and fluorescent faces
Called them mine and met them at at fleuves
But all of them left leaving no traces 

As a man i was greedy and full of vanity 
Ran after fame, fortune, and glamour 
Called everything mine and lost my sanity 
Nothing remains about which i can stammer 

Now wrinkled and grey i sit in my room
And think of the things I once called mine 
They still exist but they don't make me bloom
I'm done with a life in which nothing was mine 
Dr.Zain

2 comments:

  1. It made me recall shakespeare's "All the World's stage".. Beautifuly described human life with extra ordinary diction n imagery, made this poem exceptionaly beautiful..:-)

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