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The unnamed Melancholy
by
Uzma Sadaf
There is an-named melancholy
What name should I give to it
It is some pain, some sweet poison
Which is tearing at my heart
It has made my lips bluish
I am tossing from one side to the other
In the dry water. You are far away
May be you come back the next year
My deserted dreams tease me too much
Some times I see an innocent chicken
With its blood stained body in the teeth of a puppy
Some times there is a dove in the siege of a snake
Some times a tiny young one of the wolves
In the glares of its hungry elders
Lonely and helpless
There is an unnamed melancholy
Which has made me to break all relation with you
I wish to flee far away to some lonely place
Where there is no body, not even you
I wish you never come back
And I continue wandering in the mirages
And when you think of finding me
I wish you never succeed in finding a single clue
And you should never be able to see except the sand
Spreading all around,
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