The Painful Fall Poem by Matloob Bokhari

THE PAINFUL FALL
When ever I sit under the pleasant shady tree,
I remember the delicious place and odorous shrubs.
In midst of the garden of flowers and water springs;
Where I met my love: we walked hand in hand
And shared memories sweet with each other.
She was the reason that made me happy.
We never thought of losing each other.
It so happened that we tasted the forbidden tree
So it happened that the strings of dreams were broken.
In the moist midnight of my inwards, I feel pain,
Swallowing me as ocean swallows a grain of salt.
O Lord, I drowned myself in infinite melancholy,
Pleasure in inflicting pain is now my only pleasure.
I am now surrounded by the hellfire of desires.
Ah! foul revolt and vain pride always come before the fall.