Going to live an unlived life
I faint as I start ;
Time smirks
For I fail to chime in with it ;
And my journey
Abruptly ends ere it begins.
© Dasharath Naik
Sundargarh, Odisha, India
dasharath23664@gmail.com
[In English and Arabic] 1. The whisper of rain awoke a warmth in the night, a pulse of longing. 1. همسَ المطرُ أيقظَ في الليلِ دفئًا نبضُ ال...