My morn and nights all full of noise,

My eves with plentiful calm,

But why again no grin, no fright

Of loss, of life no charm.

I killed myself with truth- my lie,

The facts observed beyond

Not perceived by myself, and die!

Thy trust, thy faith; my joy

Nestling with thou and thee, yet thee

I cannot leave.

Let me to weep!

Let me to cry!

Let me to sleep!!!

Copyright © 2002 Khalid Raza Khan