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Zain Roshaan Poem
Slithering tentacles glide atop
And s stormy abyss beneath
One abyss staring into other's heart
Between stands the light,
desolate and discreet
When did the mermaids
sing the melodious songs
Why did the mighty Neptune weep
What swallowed the mighty sun
When did this eternal night creep
Years, months or centuries passed?
Or has it been barely just a week
Copyright © Zain Roshaan | Year Posted 2026
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Zain Roshaan Poem
Do I sleep when am upright?
A heavenly day and a beautiful life,
A day I live again and again.
Though the office, as we talk,
Or is it just a sleep walk?
A true experience that I see,
That vapour over my afternoon tea.
Or maybe a lived emotion,
Or merely just a practiced motion,
On repeat, till it maybe be,
That I have an odd, rare instance
Of lucidity, dreamless, sleepless,
A realization of my existence,
Voidless, transparency.
But here I go back to sleep,
Into that dream, into the deep
That plays over and over on repeat.
Copyright © Zain Roshaan | Year Posted 2026
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