No woeful cry, no joyous laugh,

No tear and no grin:

Alone tonight, me, just me,

My wake, for virtue; for sin.

The croon, the twilight, the talking stars,

My home, my room, my pen,

Yet all alone, my heart; my soul

Waiting for the call tonight,

Heralded as the best, yet worst

Find myself on land,

Waiting for the call tonight, and dark:

Explore beyond my reach:

Time, my enemy, sucking leech.

Copyright © 2002 Khan, Khalid Raza