Laiba Mohsin Khan Poet Rhyme

The Wandering Soul

Mystic, meaningful silence whines 
Louder and louder it gets, with time 

Time, my dear is a thing undefined 
For ever being,it defines a life 

Wandering soul, in midst of the night
Fully awakened yet, yearns to sleep 

Lost in the twinkling, lost in a loss
Here comes a breeze, swaying the loss 

Prohibited to me, to be dependent 
And a curse to me my independence 

I endured centuries, in a flash
Just to live a moment of my tale 

Wandering soul, ought to be independent 
Still, it searches in every being it's lost existence!

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Beata Agustin December 8, 2024 at 11:05 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.