Directionless Man Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Lost in a fog, am I.
Following a road, with no start or finish.
When I am with her, fears diminsh.
Get back into my car, cannot wonder far.
Without a guiding star.
Pray so much for happy endings.
Pray for wealth and comfort.
Needing the bosom of a good woman.
To rest and seek my purpose in life.
Directionless man, lost for so many years.
Still struggling to be a man,
just still a little boy.
Memories of running without fear.
Grazing my knees and shedding a tear.
Now much older,
Experienced more hate than love.
Now feeling less bolder.
Take the road less travlled leads,
me nowehre without courage.
So much I lack in the last decade.
So tired of being alone.
I need some loving aide.
So I become directionless no more.

I Siddiqi 21.04.09