A Fiddle Poem by farhan qureshi

One day, early in the morning,
i woke up in a scary thought,
got some lessons to be learning,
had to know about myself a lot,

realized it, when gone outside,
nothing i had to sing or rocked,
as a small fish in seatide,
lost my tongue, when people talked,

forgot dimensions of their souls,
nothing i had to share or stocked,
voices slipped away through holes,
as i tried them to blocked,

body was hollow, i liened to worn,
felt an emptiness in my heart,
as an oldest tree forlorn,
i had a lot of doors aprt...