Monday, June 18, 2007

In the sleep of death what dreams may come ?

The moving finger writes

of all, that, there is

I would not dare to ask

'sit supposed to be like this ?

On the first dawn

I might have said so

but now its just too late

to laugh away the rain

And when the end comes

I guess it will be missed

to finally come to rest

and dream that dreamy sleep.

I would like to thank:

O.K for my inspiration.

That unknown voice for my desperation.

and Soren for my enlightenment


Varun said...

O.K? whats that?

HelterSkelter said...

Omar Khayyam man
the poet of nishapur