Gone with the wind is the cry of my soul
the sound of which the wind stole
Gone withe the time are the happy days
with me caught in the troubled maze
Gone are the voices which rejoice
leaving an emptiness behind
and a mess for me to unwind
Gone is the love of a dear
leaving traces of that forgotten bliss
Gone is what was before
fading in the smoke of time
Never will it be the same again
everything out of reach !
Gone is the echo of what I lost
never to be heard
never to be remembered
Gone is the pull towards hope
never to be felt
never to be persued !
Gone are the memorable and lively days
never to hearten
never to return !
I too will be gone
lest I stray long
with memories to which I bid farewell
as they are forbidden to dwell
Gone will be my soul
before you realise
I will be at peace and past
will be the inner turmoil
tamed at last !
shifa naseer
