Days and nights swing
In the maze of morning's wing
drip vines and timeless threads
pain on sleepless mossy beds
Toss, worn out smudged days
Afloat on endless vacant ways
amidst a soulless empty yawn
Await a far off kindled dawn
saadat tahir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smudged-days-3006-2k11/
