Oblivion

By Shahid   

What visions haunt me , you cannot tell
I hide my face, hide so well
Yet if it be, I shall be fain
You shall another man obtain

I boldly take all words of love
I love it as one might love
On my lips a still smile plays
Through dark shades on jubilant days

Of no one place fonder I grow
I do so willingly – you know –
A man is great with little state
Lost to the world, chained to his fate

I rob the earth, air and sun
I care the least, fear or run
It’s not by us, our days are numbered
One will do well to be remembered

What daily grieves me more and more
And none alive salves the sore
That forgetfulness makes little haste
Prone to its old ill taste.

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