And then so many
Springs are faded out-
Now the age of the tree
Knocks the door of the death

Moon far from the tree, but
still shining, though
Soil of the graveyard
become yellow to grey-

‘O’ the river flows with
chime, but the tree bends
a little, but never
bloomed a flower again-

Time never waits for me
Though I wait for the time
‘O’ green fades to grey –
Is it the truth?

A few leaves hold it as a tree –
But meaningless the life
Meaningful if birds sit on the branch
of a tree and sing a melancholy song

‘O’ once I felt innocently beside her –
Meaningless to meaningful
Stones rolling through stream
become even and round,
but sharper to sharp less

‘O’ I am sitting and singing
beneath the tree and sometimes
On that branch when birds are
flying far from the tree -

'O’ Lord give me peace in my mind
When peace lies at haven
Let her to come back again to me-
When so many springs are faded out-

-Shaleheen,1st April,2013

Musfiq us Shaleheen

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