‘ Plaintive Elegy’

Sunday, September 13, 2009 Heba Moeen 0 Comments

I dwell seas and oceans away,
To reach thy destiny.
And to be more precise to say,
Things now fear mutiny.
How long must the soul stay. . .
For the body that now changeth into a monotony.
Our lives shall thus sway,
Like crisp autumn leaves;
In search for a way. . .
To find driftwood heaps.
But whence the rivers of hope turn dry,
And anguish creeps;
To hinder the echo of a mournful cry.
The soul starts to lack festivity,
Sinking into hopeless thoughts of thee.
I dwell seas and oceans away,
To reach thy destiny.
But a day shall come,
When thee will accost my plaintive elegy;
From top till bottom,
Etched on a desolate tree.
With my tombstone near. . .
On the earth’s crest,
Standing still with utmost glee. . .