Ciphered Sorrow
At sunset I stride
Towards solemn gloom
And wonder why sorrow is ciphered
Deciphered to those
Who sealed it
In a ciphered code
So I stride and seek
My secret query
and proceed with hope
Perhaps this is so
Because I have foreseen
What it feels to know
Ciphered sorrow is known to those
Who hugged it to keep it enclosed
Made it trip into the trap
To protect the world from mourn
Though they should know
What it truly feels
To cipher your own self’s code
It does sound as simple
as creating knots
Without worries of untangling
And so I stride
Alone in the midst
With my query unresolved
Caught up in my mist
To untangle the ciphered code
Though it is Deciphered
To those who seek It’s closure
Copyright © Bisma Bakhtawer | Year Posted 2017
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