The Fall

The Fall short poem

I was the only traveler of that night,
Too timid to turn back around,
I walked with my shadow-
That never let me forget who am I…
I aptly listened to my footsteps
And the wind whispering to me;
I dared not to pick up the bloom lying on the road,
Just wanted to avoid the dangers….
But I was the only traveler of that night,
And I caught to temptation soon-
First by the glimpse of light,
Then by the odor,
But doomed by the sight of beauty…
I cried for the sin, I cried for me-
And for all the people who cried in distress…
That was too late to turn back to light,
For I was the only traveler of that night…

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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That falling from grace, that falling into the abyss, that falling in ones own eyes and in the eyes of those who we love, and falling into the tunnel of self deceit, so many ways to fall to that same crushing end.

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