The Wandering Soul
Mystic, meaningful silence whines
Louder and louder it gets, with time
Time, my dear is a thing undefined
For ever being,it defines a life
Wandering soul, in midst of the night
Fully awakened yet, yearns to sleep
Lost in the twinkling, lost in a loss
Here comes a breeze, swaying the loss
Prohibited to me, to be dependent
And a curse to me my independence
I endured centuries, in a flash
Just to live a moment of my tale
Wandering soul, ought to be independent
Still, it searches in every being it's lost existence!
Copyright © Laiba Mohsin Khan | Year Posted 2021
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