Monotonous routines
Just a walk-
Rather 'non-belie'
We succumb to the river of life,
Like a fish, dead.
The lost travellers bows
Fast bows- sajdas,
Blank, aimless and futile;
In search of that one, perfect bow,
He did the night, she,
To the heavens: flied away.
So... Painful.
So... Meaningful.
So... Needful.
So... Mortal.
(Sarmad.N)
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Soul Stories
PoetryHere is a collection of my poems. They come from the soul. Try to feel what is trying to be conveyed. Peace.
