The Notion of Life
A wave, a brief moment
Meaningless, yet a torment.
Reams of burnt poetry
Streams of wasted tears.
A room thick with smoking notions
… full of choking emotions.
It’s a draft of man’s life story
Crammed with insane glory.
I’ve stepped on that edge
Tasted much of the noise-
Screeching, scratching
But never halting.
Woven by the eternal spider
Threatened by the moth,
That settles on the heart,
Stupefies, electrifies…
Blocks, clogs, the keyhole of death
And the notion of life.
By Sumaya Khan
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