Transcendence
In my desire of acknowledgment, I’m
not much different than a piece of paper;
Crumpled and wrinkled
No weight ‘n easy to eradicate
Without stain marching through the lane
In the battle of survival, recognition and fame
Raise and fall, fall and struggle
Blinded and half dead but passionate
I transcend from wood to ash
for the fulfillment with consummate skill.
But pursuing these useless needs ‘n desire of appraisal
I lost inside myself to find outside myself
In the desire of acknowledgment
I choose to transcend!
Copyright © Muqudus Shahab | Year Posted 2016
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