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Ashaz Khalid Poem
In dark corners, the shadows of pain crawl,
As hungry voices whisper - faint and small
Too parched to help themselves
No one to share their smiles, if any at all.
A gentle drizzle cloaks the streets in a haze,
Shadows drift by, wrapped in a sombre gaze
The rain weeps softly; skies of ash remain
Passing figures blur in a ghostly chain.
A rusted coin, a hope that slips away,
In poverty’s embrace, we kneel and pray.
A rain inside brews a storm
Despite the sun shining on the outside,
Ragged clothes.
Cold eyes.
Homes war-torn.
Faceless expressions are worn.
Hunger is born.
Colourless rainbows paint the clouds grey
Faint silhouettes dissolve in the rain
The wealthy like us pass them with a loud silence
No words are exchanged, yet we see their pain.
They sometimes see fleeting glows from ecstasy’s flame:
Glows of happiness, love and ambitious aims? Yes,
But they flicker, then vanish, lost to a hurricane
It is all still the same.
Their arms are tired
Yet they try rowing towards the shore
With a rusty boat
And a broken oar
Tears that they hide, scowls that reside
Such that when they turn their eyes to one side
Their pain is on one side, and the world is on the other side
Separated by carcasses of humanity that died
Monotonous winds play music so hollow
They wear broken masks that hide the frowns they swallow
Dreams once aglow with aspirations and goals
Are snuffed out by the hopeless seeds the world sows.
Faint silhouettes walk past daily, pockets full of gold and grace
With bellies satisfied and eyes shining with joy
They notice the wealth and successes we chase:
Pointless, meaningless, a never-ending race.
So, take a moment to reflect
On the lives we overlook, the souls we neglect
Because in humanity’s eyes,
True wealth is not found on the outside – it is based on how many hearts we mend
And how many hands we extend.
Copyright © Ashaz Khalid | Year Posted 2024
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Ashaz Khalid Poem
A man has been divinely blessed
With comfort and riches beyond his thoughts’ control
But is there any point in all this
If nobody will share his smiles, if any at all?
The moment he pulled his curtains to one side,
His room was on one side, and the world was on one side
He shares pieces of himself to people with pride,
And forgets to treasure a piece for himself alongside
He speaks to many yet not a friend is there,
Nobody with whom secrets share
Words are said but disappear in the air
He is always present, but no one will care
He wears a broken mask on his face, hiding worries
Behind happiness that is fake
And tells people that he is okay
Doing them a favour, for their time’s sake
Wealth prevails, as we have been taught
He walks on a path of gold,
On his head a crown
Yet the path is so lonely,
So empty that he frowns
And he looks over to his right
A path so hideous and rundown
On it is a poor person, who feels loved by everyone around
So they have riches greater
Than he has ever found
He resides in a cave with no light
No direction and nobody in sight
So many people yet no human
And all alone he feels fright
He is a quiet failure
With a dream too distant to touch
He chases the echo of what he could be
But it always feels like too much
He looks for belonging in the city
Like people look for peace
And discovered from this
That time only lets the longing increase
Then his soul got tired,
And he sat under a shade,
Yet his legs walked off, searching
And led him astray
This fire of sadness burns everyday
How can one hide a rising smoke?
His eyes swell with tears
An average experience, not bespoke.
Copyright © Ashaz Khalid | Year Posted 2024
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