I Lived Another Day

July 25, 2020

 

 

In those pathless roads
In those shoreless seas
In the air so mutilated
In the sadness of me
I lived another day

In this world of asininity
In this nature of tranquillity
In the existence of fatality
Off, the humanity I need
I lived another day

To the quells of birds, stopped to sing
To the naive trees, halt to thick
To the wild creatures, apathy to eat
To the rivers I love, nothing to beat
I lived another day

With the time, to hold
Its fate to the old
To love and to hate
Screams over the hills
I lived another day

To the lonely street
To the clotted blood
Under that crimson sky
Where emptiness reigned
I lived another day

Under that Chinar tree
On that Jhelum shore
Come to me, O eternal
We will talk death and pain
Though, I lived another day

In the bullets of agony
Through the pellets of ambiguity
Tear gas scorching the eyes
I know nothing of death
Though, I lived another day

Under the narrowness of chime
In the bitterness of time
To the face that smiles no more
With the anonymity, till core
Though, I lived another day

In those sleepless nights
Craving for the dreams, I do
Hollowed is my conscience
To being from not being
Though, I lived another day

And the story is to end, to end
I feel the death, I feel the pain
And I want to read, want to write
In the mystic falls, I want plight
I want to live another day

To the death, which is to come,
I will be mum, by my life
Either take me to the shore
round the Chinar, that I know
I want to live another day

Let them know, take my coffin
round my village, which is mine
In that spring air, nothing to fear
Round and round my coffin goes
Still, I want to live another day

The chapter is closing, of my life
The innocence is buried, under the site
I am to leave with the sanity
Though my lines will stay infinity

So the chapter is closed
I’m dead, that I know
Under that Chinar tree
On the Jhelum Shore
With spring air to breathe
Though I’m dead, that I know
I lived another day, I lived another day.

 

 

 

Mir Basit

Mir Basit an Economics Graduate from Aligarh Muslim University, India. He belongs to Anantnag, Kashmir. Writing poems and Shirt Stories is his passion. He says that his poems are a reflection of Day to day happenings that he witnesses around me.
His motto in life is 'We must love each other to sustain and must try to be a human being first.'

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