Sunday, June 24, 2012

Comfort that was my hurt

Sympaties, the nurtured lie:
The illusion of comfort-the mockery it seems like truth:
but the smile it brings on the suspicious face:
it lacks courage of rage against the void called love;
or of a weeping soul:
or accepting the hurt of the longing never to realize.
or the touch of the heart waiting to be healed again.


Zeeba T. Hashmi
24th June, 2012
Lahore.

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