I want to tell thee
how much I'm lonely
How I feel falling
day and night
life barren and thirsty
for just single love sight
I want to tell thee
Why my soul wails
with hushed cries
wants to escape but
chained inside
I want to tell thee
When the lashes of hate
put by fate
tore away hopes
made of clay
wishing to die
another death
gashed my wrists but
no blood left to shed
I want to tell thee
What I have become
standing in the crowd
known as none
hopes and wishes
long since gone
I want to tell thee
the story of me....
tell who?
someone
someone who?
no one....
you are just a jester, asif
who jest on the page
to whom you are talking
no one is here
to read your thoughts
and cure you with their tears
Asif Baloch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jester-4/
