My Thoughts Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

My thoughts, like birds in a winter night
Filled with deep darkness and fierce fright,
Sit on boughs and twigs of hope
And try to save from breaking the delicate rope.

My thoughts, like pearls of dew,
Assure me of something new
That for success I must fight
When the sun rises to some height.

My thoughts, like the flowers smile
But all this is for a short while
Because they soon resort to withering
Nothing is left for preserving.

My thoughts like stars impudent
Twinkle and travel permanent
But when the sun rings morning bells
They move to take rest in heavenly cells.

My thoughts like waves of a stream
Move with charm as if in a dream
But when the shore stops them at once
They are awaken from this trance.