World a Nightmare

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                World  a Nightmare

 

Fastened wild, with those invisible ropes,

Enchained cruelly, with shattered hopes,

Encased breathless, beneath murky dome,

Blindfolded I seek a refuge, like my home.

 

Treading a tedious path, if I will ever reach,

Every man across, I would humbly beseech,

Show me the door, which might lead me in,

I was slighted cynically, another stab within!

 

Folk hurried in their stead, fervent to decry,

Humbled me to dust, I heaved a grave sigh!

Right to bruised heart, I wert torn asunder,

A plunge into the deceptive trap! A blunder.

 

I quivered with passions, my heart yearning,

Sighing, moaning, and wretchedly groaning,

Engulfed in the wild fire, my wits beclouded,

Mine desires in the offing, all were shrouded.

 

The tantalized emotions, and bland reposes,

I shall forget them ever, and regret its roses,

My agitations; often echo restless and grave,

The ephemeral glamor, buried in a foul cave!

 

 

 

The flowery meads; turn into a ghastly blight,

The fading blossoms; blind mine spying sight,

The evanescent fragrance, becomes stinky air,

I hear minstrel’s laugh, with their teeth bare!

 

Thanks fate! ‘Cause the crisis shall soon be past,

Thru this span, the beholder wilt behold me last,

Of all my ordeals, this anguish will stand the first,

The craze for my Love, and its unappeased thirst!

 

When the fondest of my caresses, will be dead,

My nightmare in my solitude! A dreaded dread!

When I will pray to the angels “Do me no harm,”

Tho beguiled and duped, by that alluring charm.

 

I’m not wrong and none will dare thus deem,

My worldly days, had been bewitching dream,

Were it a vision or swizzle; I were flown away,

With a blooming heart I part with, lust a sway.

 

I’m shorn of my vigor, and the mighty strength,

When I lie prostrate on dust, and my full length,

No matter tho, I shall feel composedly mine bed,

Where I’ll intend slumber deep, as if I was dead!

 

 

By DR. Riaz Ahmad, December 20, 2025

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