Wondering Man Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

What lies my Kistamt?
What doors, fate's key will open.
A mans so poor and brorken.
Others I watch an angel of success guide them to excellnce.
My feet are so heavy with this budren of a mill wheel.

Mill wheel or Mill stone.
Grind me to pastge of bone, .
My very essence scattered to four corners of this Earth.
My fate is unknown.
Or yet to b shown.

God, my prayers unaswered.
maybe I 'd stop to forget.
Yet.
Something drivs on.
The past I can forget.
Carry on with dignity and accept what I may find.