Writing Articles is my dream.I have been writing for many years. but I think working on this site would be better.
If only sadness were a passing breeze
Swept away with the lightest ease
If only grief were a vanishing shadow
Giving way to an eternally-lit meadow
If only our regrets were clots of spoilt cream
Dissipating into the coffee-blackness of our mind
But alas! Regret is no waning steam
It claws at us in our dreams,
puts us in a bind
We never cease saying farewell to our ghosts of past
Though the ship of life sails
Sails with its tip towards the future,
dragging behind remains its mast.
© 2021 Osman Ghazi