Asma Khan


My Days In Years - Poem by Asma Khan

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A thought in years about my days in years.

Comments about My Days In Years by Asma Khan

  • Sekharan Pookkat (3/15/2015 8:53:00 AM)


    penning down hopes
    And facing challenges of life
    encircled in tears
    with hpoe and wisdom- i love it
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2015



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