Lamentations Of Solitude

By Safa Faruq

Whispers of joy, now a tale.

Lonely nights, cold and pale.

My soul, indeed weeps and wails,

For the delight I once had in my veins.

Who am I to hope,

For a home that doesn’t exist?

Who am I to gripe,

At life’s tranquil that doesn’t exist?

Frozen memories come for rescue,

For how long will they stay?

Until it all becomes vague,

And stops the replay.

C’esta la vie,

Indeed, that’s life.

We can never flee.

or strife.

By Safa Faruq