Staying Away!

The hope of you calling my name is what keeps my soul alive

Dead I had remained, since you stopped doing so, staying put in your hive

What good is life, if it’s without the vision of seeing you smile
What better way to die, than to look at you glow far from a mile

Surely meaning to things changed, when I first felt your skin
The density of name and fame suddenly lost its touch within my kin

What have me done, that can undo, the misery, I bestowed upon you
My life should go, so shall my flow, if all it takes to finding you

For your image I see in everything that has the world look bright
And I see you smile, moving on, and just wanting me away from your sight

So shall I stay, away from your gaze till eternity I so swear
Nothing but embarrassment and sorrow i shall keep as the only cloth to wear.

Ali Gohar
Khaneliegohar@yahoo.com

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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

A Poor’s Love.

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When the poor cometh loud
voices raised as proud
when the miseries make ways
in the storms are giveth hays
its strength making love
like a peace-ridden dove
the wealthy then scream
for the poor make the cream
then the milk they sip
is at the mercy of a poor tip
the sun in skies just smiles
all the wealthy dragged for miles
the poor take away the bride
but money is the price of their pride
and they shall lose it wrong
for they were never meant to be strong.

aliani4u@yahoo.com
Khan Elie Gohar Durrani.