Darkness resonates with my aging skin
I am no more a young lad
Though still not knighted
But they have started calling me Sir

My memory is vague, my intellect is fading
Beauty of my mind lies in bread and butter
I have expressed it before and will do it again
We are not dead yet; though we behave as inert

My heart was a remedy for agony of my mind
Now it has become an organ of circulation
My soul was in quest of its one and only mate
Now it seeks more of comfort and pleasure

I should not play more with the innocence of words
I know not how to carry the burden of lucid interval
If it’s a common sense to live happy in oblivion
Kamran! Then live it as it’s wise to live in delirium

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

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