Get Lost Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Get Lost

How delightful is to get lost
When in the lap of zephyr, dances frost.
No need of intoxication;
Itself runs the remembering operation.
Silence embraces us though in noise
All passions mix up: foolish or wise.
We see but we don’t see
In that flee we get a glee.
We find things in nothings,
That is close to heart human beings.
We find our real asset
Nothing we lose, all we get.
In this getting lost, we find
Something very pleasing and kind.
That teaches us what means to find:
To find , in fact, is to lose our mind.
Without loss, nothing we achieve
To sew something, something we cleave.
Findings are there in getting lost
When in the lap of zephyr dances frost.