A guest in this sadness for some days more.

Bother me fate for some days more.


You will remember me when I die O night of sorrow

Be contented in teasing me for some days more


There is no surprise and sorrow after death

Be sorrowful for some days more.


Do not have any complaints with friends and foe

Did have in fate the gloom of life for some days more.


The autumn will go and there will be once again spring

Here I am in this deserted garden for some days more.


Sadness, you will not find a friend of yours like me,

Keep frustrating me for some days more.


Offspring of some inspiration from Urdu Poetry.

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Comment by Mishaikh on January 19, 2018 at 12:15

Thanks Dara.  

Have we ever think why a child born with a cry and is quiet while dying.

Comment by Mishaikh on January 19, 2018 at 12:11

Sorrow and Sadness are there, we like them or not, so why not like them as I explained in my other comments.

Thanks a lot, and I am glad EC has an active member like you.

Comment by Mishaikh on January 19, 2018 at 12:08


For you I go further as comment for Rose: You are right. If mathematically explained, Sadness is 75% and Happiness is 25%. But to make a life satisfied why not become friendly with 'Sadness'. What/who is important, the one who is more with you or who is in lesser part of life.

Thanks.  I appreciate all your appreciation and encouragement. 

Comment by Mishaikh on January 19, 2018 at 12:02


To explain the relationship of life and sadness, here is a translation of two line of Mirza Ghalib (as I remember correctly) The poet says:

The imprisonment of life and the bondage of sadness in fact both are same.

How one can be relieved from sorrow before death.

Now your comment: There are very few who can understand how a writer is feeling, (But at the same time let me say, it is also a privilege of every reader to interpret what their emotions make them to understand, their this right can not be denied). Rose you are one of the few who can feel the pulse pulsating in between the lines.  Thanks.  

Comment by Evangelina on January 19, 2018 at 4:18


I think Rose’s reflections about the poem and you are somehow appropriate, and I tend to agree with it.

Sadness is part of life, no one can walk around and be glad or happy all the time. So if one didn’t know sadness how could the feeling of happiness bring so much joy.

Very nicely penned down.

Comment by Roman on January 18, 2018 at 20:50

Hi Mishaikh!

I also don't like both, sadness and sorrow, although they are parts of our lives. And maybe it sounds weird, but sometimes these feelings even help people... Help to appreciate good people around us.

Thank you for sharing this poem!

Comment by Rose Iris Will on January 18, 2018 at 18:39

Although I do not know you personally, Mishaikh, I think your personality as a human being is to be read between your lines.(I think so at least.) Your poems and stories show deep feelings, a compassion for others, and they show us the soul of the poet and writer who you are, and they are the witnesses and the proofs of a deep longing for melancholy or even sadness. People, who feel and even enjoy sadness, have also a keen sense of satisfaction and appreciation when they finally find it.
I believe you write your best poems and tales in this mood.
I am always impressed how you can express that in words.

Comment by dara gino on January 18, 2018 at 15:09

Meri lei, nahi! I do not like sadness. I run away from it searching for happiness. Indeed the poem is full of grief. On the contrary, I wish Mr. Mishaikh all the happiness in his life. 

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