An Ache. Always an ache.
The terrible struggle of days and aeons
And from this trembling body I gaze aghast at my terrestial hand that shakes,
Severed, in front of my face across the space,
Almost light years away in this enclosure.
But it is real.
A pain I have, and I try to place it;
It has been with me for some time.
And I touch the ground that is the earth.
And it is real -
The throbbing, the sorrow, the weariness, the love, the desire, the ambition is
Within this breaking world of me…
Yes, indeed I am alive…
Indeed this pulsing heart has some purpose,
But the pain remains, beating…
God knows best
Why this breathing troubles my soul;
The gravity of existence as I lay buried here, dis-located,
Beneath this weighty soil.
By Arif uz Zaman
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