Ventilate? Poem by Shaukat Ali

Ventilate?
How much can I
Ventilate?
Everything? It's but impossible.
Battalions of blues and I'm only one-
One with many axes to grind,
Many irons in the fire.
It's getting too stuffy inside.
Can I drain all this out
And vent it away?

Do ventilate dear!
How can I?

They are many, in fact:
Whence will I start?
My friends are fast
And kins are smart.
But go on nonstop,
Ventilate my dear!

Share your sorrows
To shave them off.
Spare yourself some space.

Living in the blues doesn't do,
And there's no braving it if you share.

Don't miss it out on your Lord-
His gracing you with reward
Wear smiles n' thank your God
Only then can you be your soul's guard.



SHAUKAT ALI