My Time Poem by Sanya Zahid

Things are down in their ways
All I know is that it’s my time
I just have a lot to say
But they turn up in those unheard rhymes
That’s where they see beyond the shades of thy voice
And the sun tracks the unseen dark
What do you call yourself more than a virtual toy?
Your life may be one of the prettiest flowers
Or a thorned plant underground
Ask for His mercy and the crisp clouds will shower
Live along with the cheerful sound
Things are down in their way
All I know is that it’s my time