On the book of my fate
written no love, but hate
why to wail now, asif
when past is gone and
blured with tears

tenderness is fake
to be loved is lie
hopes are floating in the gloom
no tears left to cry

all wailings are silent
all screamings are hushed
the faded glass has cleft
with wrath it's been crushed

all feelings are gone
all thoughts are dead
I am no more and
no more I will be here

Asif Baloch

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-83/