This evening sounds gloomy;
As dark sky competes with darker clouds!
Engulfing dullness which reduces my pace,
My wandering mind is searching my love everywhere!
This passion causes agony;
The agony that one knew not.
When life's futile effort ends with loneliness,
How one could ever expect love to bloom!
The entire world seems to be busy;
Am I destined to be alone?
Her reflecting face mocking at me,
Of my being alone and deserted!
There is a world within the world,
For the one to dwell or live.
If the world of thought could make me get stuck,
Is this world ever worth living?
A Poem by Ayubkhan.U