A mad poet

Faizan Munawwar

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A mad poet

My heart is an innocent child

Impatient, innocent, passionate wild.

It lives with an ocean of sadness.

Status, fame, success all are emptiness.

Status, Fame, success all these useless earn

My heart has been uncontrolled to return

Childhood memories, my family, my friends

Catching those butterflies, floating those boat.

My sweet, my collection of coins are waiting in my past.

All beautiful things ,those mango trees

Is all last?

A mad poet, wet eyes and a wild pen.

Lunatic style, emotions hurt me again.

Someone writing in dark deepest black night.

Sparks of pain , Fire of soul someone ignite.

True tales of my homesick

Words of poet are candlewick

All give me rest only for a moment or two.

None hope is showing the way anew.

Silent road and a mad poet wondering

Homesickness and a mad poet wondering

Sweet faces recalling the mind and a mad poet wondering.

Red blood wine , mountain crying, and a mad poet wondering.

Tavern calling, painful soul and a mad poet wondering.

Pathless path, no hope to return home, hopelessness wondering.

Someone weeping in dark deepest black night

Sparks of pain, Fire of soul someone ignite..

Written by : Faizan Munawwar