On the book of my fate
written no love, but hate
why to wail now, asif
when past is gone and
blured with tears
tenderness is fake
to be loved is lie
hopes are floating in the gloom
no tears left to cry
all wailings are silent
all screamings are hushed
the faded glass has cleft
with wrath it's been crushed
all feelings are gone
all thoughts are dead
I am no more and
no more I will be here
Asif Baloch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-83/
