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Cold Night of Jan

Muhammed A Kureshi July 14, 2006

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He closes his eyes full of tears

And tries to remember those happy days with his peers

But Alas! His mind refuses to recall

And force him again to think of that fateful call



The call that undoubtly changed his life

And struck him dead even though he was alive

The call which demolished
all his dreams and desires

And spread in him depression as fast as forest fires



Soon he felt like committing suicide

Or slash himself with blades from side to side

The lights in his house failed to brighten his life

The darkness, the shadows pierced through him like knives



His eyes were blank! That’s all what he saw in the mirror

What he saw in his face was certainly not terror

It was sorrow he saw, he had indeed become glum

He couldn’t feel anything, he felt all numb



His sight got all blurry, and he knew it wasn’t the rain

It was tears in his eyes that caused him so much pain

He searched for something that could assist him to die

He pictured his family and he knew it was too late to say goodbye



Exhausted he was, he gasped for air

In rage, in pain he pulled out his hair

The pain refused to go, that all he could say

He needed help to die; he was even ready to pay



He had been betrayed indeed by the girl he loved

The girl he had trusted ever so much

Her beauty, her looks had made him her slave

She was to him like a ray of light in a cave



He had lied to his parents only for her

He had wasted so much money, Oh yes! On her

He had lost so much in vain

He had to die; he couldn’t resist any more pain



He neglected his studies and ignored his pals

He had wasted so much money on his trips with her to the malls

He had felt good, better then ever before

He thought he had everything, he didn’t need anything more



He had brought a wedding ring

He had planed to give it to her in today’s ball

But curse his bad luck

Why had he accepted her call



She didn’t take long

"This is the end" she said

He won’t ever be able to forget

The pain in his head



Now he saw no hope, no light

Darkness surrounded him and he felt so light

This is it, he was almost dead

He could see his lifeless body on his bed



So thus, his story ends

It is sad indeed!

One can learn so much from him

But no one pays any heed



Life isn’t all about love or any other relationship

It isn’t about success by following some dating tips

Be a successful man that is if you can

Or else you will end up like him in a cold night of Jan.
a poem i wrote. plz comment on it.
commments are welcomed!

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