I keep on working like the sun and the stars,

But I have no moon to reflect my light,

I keep my feelings hidden like the sea,

But I have no shore to wash off my scars.

From childhood I have been battling grief,

And agonies which my eyes saw and stored,

The aches and sorrows which bled my heart,

And dented my carefree days' joys; don't part.

In my youth I fell in love with one fairest,

But fate stole her away with its craftiest art,

Yet to this day, after two decades,

She lives on as the queen of my heart.

And when the sun rises and when it sets,

I think of her most and refuse to forget,

Every loving moment that I shared with her,

And when the moon comes I have no regrets.

Yet often at nights, when there is eerieness,

And the barren world of animalistic men sleeps,

I wonder why I work like the sun and the stars,

Why I lost my moon to the dungeons of the deeps.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on June the 13th, 2008, in Karachi, Pakistan. Revised on the 14th of June 2008.

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The composition of this is exquisite. I loved your line
'Why I lost my moon to the dungeons of the deeps' And throughout this poem the fabric of recalling your fairest is there. All are tiny diamond like lights that glitter around her very soul I should think. To be so loved so many years hence is the raw strength that true love best displays to the jaded eyes of the world. This is a beauty that lives out of know who! why type it?