Alien thoughts come to my mind,
Whenever I am afraid of thinking,
You were talking to someone in soft-velvety voice,
And I overheard those magic words;
Is this the same spell or,
Am I dying-?
Weep not today,
Save your tears,
To cry over the fallen towers,
Rebuilt by the skeleton of our deceased hopes -
Just look up,
Then look down;
What you saw or felt?
Was nothing but,
An illusion,
Rationalized with perfection -
Weep not today,
Hold my hand for an eternal moment,
Dampen it with your frozen tears;
And wrap me in the fleece of your inhumane dreams-
Hey!
Don’t cry over my filthy corpse,
You didn’t kill me;
It was just,
A missed shot -
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-missed-shot/
