Struggles In Solitude Poem by Muhammad Shoaib

A thought arise in my mind,

What if my heart don't bind?


All the struggles I'm doing,

Is that all worth - doing?


The eyes became flaming red,

Like the moon had just bled;


And the brain full of thoughts,

Like on the lake, the fungus floats;


Closed work, took break and went to street,

In the cold, my heart beat - with peace;


Digging a deep hole in my heart,

Went inside it, the light of a star;


The morning star- Pluto it was,

The most alone, though brightest it was!


And from it the lessons I learned:

Popularity is not always earned!


And if you are in solitude,

You have to show gratitude;


Sometimes you just shine alone,

And fill some destitute with hope!