Dejection
I've fed us with my life,
So I wish better to die,
Weakened I'm facing strife,
Like morning star in the sky,
No battle I've won, so I'm very shy.
My heart that must know smile,
Has forgotten really the delight,
And now turned to me hostile,
And my aspiration has taken flight,
Ah! No person pleases me nor boy sight.
The love was ever pure like dew,
Would inspire one to do good deed,
In modern age it's become so new,
And lust and money've made it greed,
My heart cries - Ah! Love has changed indeed.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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