Disorientation Poem by Rafique Farooqi
Disorientation
This day is gone,
Like other days,
what remains is uncertain,
looking back to steps,
matters nomore,
beyond that i was,
with a shadow,
now i am alone.,
Home is what,
Where i go back,
Put my shoes under,
the bed and shirt on the,
hanger,
close my eyes, and open next day,
I am the same,
the World is no more,
Like that,
A beautiful write, the ever changing world and its realities, do make us disoriented both physically and metaphorically, well penned!
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4/26/2024 7:11:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very serene my friend, its a moment of silence kind of poem...loved it.