My Days In Years Poem by Asma Khan

My Days In Years



What am I doing here?
Lumps of past and bundles of present surround me

What am I doing here?
Piles of worries laid and oceans of tears encircle me

What am I doing here?
Enveloped in deepest hopes and packed with bizarre life shocks me

What am I doing here?
Bordered from my dreams and colours of misery coat me

What am I doing here?
Framed to live in silence and destiney's puzzles quietens me

What am I doing here?
Parted from my existence and challenges of survival outline me

What am I doing here?
Penning down my hopes and fears of loss hold me

What am I doing here?
Travelling in bewilderness and dismays accompanying me

What am I doing here?
Petrified by nature and the pains of torment engulf me

What am I doing here?
Dreaming with dry eyes and tears of hope water me.

Monday, March 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A thought in years about my days in years.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sekharan Pookkat 15 March 2015

penning down hopes And facing challenges of life encircled in tears with hpoe and wisdom- i love it

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