Love Poem: Termite of Time
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Written by: Mohammad Yamin

Termite of Time

Where am I? Where has my vision taken?
Away amidst the turbulent seas with safety of shore forsaken

Neither the days of grandeur remain, nor the blissful drunken nights
Dismal is my life, alas! All eaten  by time’s termites

When this sea of tears will dry up and land will be in sight
Holding olive branch in beak I see no dove to alight

My love is lost and youth parted leaving me aghast
Here I am with sunshine gone and sky of life overcast

The goblets of your eyes are no more inviting me to drink
In the horrid moments of sorrow and apathy I sink

A living corpse, that´s all my pitiable life is like
With gaping mouth, the angel of death is ready to strike.

Sintra, Portugal, June 14, 2016