Mirror Of The Soul Poem by Konab Ghumman
Mirror Of The Soul
How I have to react,
I'm confused.
There is no end to agony,
no sound, no end to sigh.
Shrilling echo of pain maximizing,
days and months minimizing,
I find painful moments
how completely have to change,
pretend to smile, hide misery,
I command own self in dark silently.
Before crossing the threshold of life,
and distorting mirror of the soul,
know the mystery of existence.
_konab ghumman
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