Lost Prayers Poem by Asif Baloch

Asif, why are you
mumbling to yourself
have you become lost or
lost is what you wants to get

all my prayers vanished
in the air
some went here
some went there
some are lying still
on the palms of my hands
some are waiting to
get fall from my wails
some are forgotten
some are still here
to weep and laugh
whilst shading tears
weep on there weakness
for lying still
laugh on my state of
tormented and forbidden