That Toil of Destiny


(for F. Z. - someone I love no less)

Sweetheart, as from the pages
on Icarus with his molten wax
and feathers off the wings,

on Sysiphus hard-pressed
with a boulder up the mountain,
we learn about the flight

and fall onto the raging water,
and about the climb to be forever
taken from every dawn

to dusk. That toil of destiny -
a futile search for a Neverland
where every time downright

falling in love with each other,
we come together and dream
of things that will never

happen. Oh, it's our laden
eyes that only see a prognostic
of life as a big monochrome

nicely embossed with dark
doom and despair as if
dirty blotches on the drape.




Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-04-26 at 19:12

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