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CARRYING ON.
Fading night
Takes with it all hope
Of meeting those whom I miss.
Dry brown leaves
Come falling slowly
I hate to trample any.
In schooldays
There was Daphne John
Who still tugs at my heartbeats.
Some people
Are irreplaceable
Like Daphne and my father.
I don't know
How to forget them
Or how to carry on more.
Let dull time
Waltz to its own tune
I don't care how it goes by.
Busy friends
Have little to spare
All - struggling for survival.
Graveyard shift
Is my share of work
And I too have to toil hard.
So it is:
Be quiet O heart
Seek not what can't be found.
So true my friend. It is a matter of carrying on isn't it? I love your works and hope to complete all three reviews today as I wait for my patient to be rolled into the operating theatre. Surprisingly ,ost of my poems have been composed in this enviorment. The verse about the graveyard shift and your father takes the prize. By the way who is daphne john and where had you kept her hidden from all and specially me??
Take care
keep writing good stuff and pray for me. Love Shazi