Mustafa Mun

Doubt - Poem by Mustafa Mun


I am late, quite late
Its dark, walking through a park
My eyes roll
My head turns
I am in doubt

With friends, partying
Get calls from home
Everyone is doubting

When in the air or while walking on the street
We still think to breathe
Is it the human creed?

We have lost hope completely
We pray yet lost in the fray
We are keen, to the extent that,
We believe the unseen.

Is this what we live for
Or is it what we feel
A state of metamorphosis
Or A burning inside we feel?

I always see in those eyes
Filling up the emptiness more
They are so sore
Yet filled with Lies

Still in Doubt? ?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2009

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