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Quest
Quest
For years long I espoused the bedlam in my beneath
I quest the solitary
The more close I endured; the arouse of ignition was more
This is an unacquainted fervour
I never encountered; neither I will surrender
I owe it to my breathe, my flesh and my wisdom
And I had no grip to iniquities and itches
Like how sand slips from hand
The bedlam denned in myself
If the warmth of love quest the path
Render my longevous throes and miseries
If the incessant gaze of lover quest the pearl
Pierce my heart and reign
If the bravery of combatant quest the combat
History chisel my fearlessness cruor
Is it the hurricane or the tremor; it is uncharted to me
And the tempest in my core,
It does keep bellowing
I don't the know the word
I am not adept in scripting it either
I must apologize for disturbing and disbalancing my vehemence
And awakening the equilibrium
Endowing justice to my robust turmoil
Whether it is a bedlam or a quest...
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Shahnaz Islam
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