I was crossing an ocean
With dirty weeds and brine.
But even though they hurted me,
They have brought light in me.

The people who thought me,
Were burning candles,
That burns itself to give us light
When we search in darkness.

I was a jumpy chap
Among the friends of mine,
I did enjoy the comradeship
And made some lazy chats

The chapter comes to an end,
With tears of departure,
When final words gushes out,
With plastic smile on lips

Now my nights are sleepless
And my days are hopeless

In the memories of a lovely spring
I do weep silently….

Ifthikar Ali Aziz
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