The Mock Tale

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Then they said I am left with no more

Potion or scent of life for the worldly whore

Heavens transcendent and thoughts unfold

The aim is through the eye no one so told

Pity her skin for she have lost the jewel

Laughter on my face sublime and all is well.

How can my silence be heard by the wordless

Who can hear only the chants of the worthless

So another tale another journey comes to an end

Speaking of which smiles take a bend

And yet again I raise the no more scene

Making no sense to the mindless not so serene

And another journey thus awaits to be discovered

For doors open up when they are to be uncovered.

And so a new night and a new day is to come

New promises to be made and taken home.

Ali Gohar

Khaneliegohar@yahoo.com

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