What is this cane? What is this pain? I remain.

Within my house, mirrors complain; I remain.

My spring gone by, summer was dry, and now what?

The winter cold, my life disdain, I remain.

The sounds are dim, the sight is gone, the grey hair.

Nothing feels right; crying like rain, I remain.

My nights veil fear; the end is near, so is death.

Within each step, a major strain I remain.

What is this life? Suddenly changed, mere lies. 

The things I loved never sustain, I remain.

My youth is gone; the thing is left is called pain.

The life of pain is so mundane, I remain.

Nothing seems real, bitterness reveals, and so

What else can do? If you explain! I remain.

Tell me “Haloo” from this life, what should I seek?

It’s only love that will remain; I remain.

3/13/2016 Haloo

This is a Ghazal