Hopeless desire!

By Munaj Gul

I wished to be an angel,

To seek my dream, dead

The mountains called me out

I went to there

to catch a glimpse of my little angel,

But, I could not find it

Its shadow I saw afar

I did sprint there

to get back to my dream

As I drew nearer,

the shadow gradually went out of sight

I called it out:

“Come O, my little angle come!”

All of a sudden,

I saw the shadow

flying very high

In the sky

I wished to fly

Alas but my wings were clipped

For quite a long

I waited for it’s return

All of a sudden

I saw myself flying


The shadow was nowhere

In the air!

My dead dream was dead again

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