Miracles
From the broken strings I compose
Lyrics of thy song
And from the sullen vales
Of thy art do I endure
struggle through the doorsteps
Of another world of praises
And ruin down my history
For the tales of a common man.
I was neither heavy to poke
At the realms of life
Nor do I sign to make wonders
For wonders are miracles of Divine
And Divine is a miracle Himself
To confirm the merits of being one.
All those doubts shall pass beyond
And shall mark a hermit's word
Written like fables of a gloomy life
And all those objects shall succumb
And fall prey to the ultimate reality,
From one lonely person shall I rise
Like a scary poet of my era
In the dark secrets of a troublesome life
Only to incarcerate our unborn tale.
Copyright © Sahil Mudasir | Year Posted 2020
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