A Poem by sayed Mudasir Ali


How many times will you escape?
From that gentle wind of grief,
So He sits and weeps for the entire day. 
Depressed, suppressed,  oppressed
And addressed by the depression. 

He called everyone to know he isn't right,even the doctors.
Ah, thank you! feel  my  mad heart is still pounding
Ah,  once more please! I am sure it's still running
like the same river it used to be.

At a certain point he realized its not over
cause he had faith in his stubborn ability 
his fate lines committed suicide and he is dyeing now.

© 2014 sayed Mudasir Ali

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i like it you are right our faith vanished when we are depressed.
I am fan of your writing style.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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sayed Mudasir Ali
sayed Mudasir Ali

Srinagar, Muslim (shiite), India

I write poetry most of the time. Beside that I work in the agriculture reasearch company, where in I check the quality and research department. Ethnicity is Kashmir which lies between India & Pakistan.. more..