walking..running.. stopping
darkness has consumed
the skies
no light
and that of the moon has died
eyes..left then right
breathing halts
sound is dead
walking..running..stopping
feeling the air
you are lost inside
this world, your soul
lost inside of every thing
exhaustion has set in
dragging your limp limbs
insomnia has set in..
lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem reflects a complex state of mind in sleepless night. The end word 'Lost' is very meaningful in the whole context. The title is very catchy too. Best Wishes Naseer