Written by Yasir
I realize my change
those days,
I felt to be
wrapped up within me.
A strange emotion
ever had,
Compressed to my
silent heart,
With the whispers
of the waves.
I was one among
them,
Soon I knew, the
violent silence in me!
Was unaware of the
stage,
What shall I call, a
mere reality?
The exactness would
rise again,
With those crazy
motion, being idle!
The idleness kept on killing me,
Engulfing myself
wholly in the horror..!
I keep hating this
feeling,
To be idle, to be
busy doing nothing!
Even if he smiles
like a winner,
I can’t be as like
as a loser..!
This may be the
reason,
No, this is the
right season,
That made me to
take it,
My holy tool, the
mighty pen,
Against the illness
of idleness!
Yes, I rise again,
Just now, from the
ashes,
And wow, to the
world of words!
I rise again,
From the hell, I
call it,
To the palace of
the paradise,
Being active and
ideal,
Rather than being
passive and idle.
nice poem....make me thk of ma idleness
ReplyDeleteThank you Linsa :)
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