The plover

My feet immersed in water as I sit on the shore
as always being or made isolated from the world
the feeling of nobody around, the seagulls, the waves and ships
all seem to be just living their lives in a separate world
except for the sun, there’s nothing that warms me up
wonder if it’s a reality or a bad dream that the plover
which once flew against the winds, the tides, the ships
seems to have lost away it’s wings, it’s feathers somewhere
living life without any motion, without any dream

At times I wish if luck could be considerate enough to unite us
make us meet once again
if I could cry again like I used to quite a long time back
these days even my tears do not side me
they don’t fall down, no way for me to lighten my sorrow
wonder if it’s a reality or a bad dream that the plover
which once flew against the winds, the tides, the ships
seem to have lost away it’s wings, it’s feathers somewhere
living life without any motion, without any wish

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2007)
Karachi, Pakistan
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