Man; A Weary Being - Poem by Khan Arshed
Walking weary, seeing and neglecting what he sees, but feels;
Hopes crushed, dreams dashed;
Cursing fate, wanting to quit;
Fear creeps, unable to quit.
Learning to hope, trying to believe;
When he has ceased to believe himself;
Whether his existence exists;
Neither his will suspends.
Calmed with benumbing modes;
Pleased with tempting odes;
Lured by sensual roades;
Fulfilled by filthy folds.
Hearing the cries, smelling the fumes;
Mourning his loss and ruining his soul;
Loosing rage on every face;
Trapped is the whole race.
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