syed muhammad furqan Poems

Time is passing
the circle is shrinking
road is gloomy
traveler is muddled
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Sometimes the destination seems far away
Passing through the gloominess
”Is it really worth”?
An Ambiguous picture
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Thinking is the soul of mind,
I was so lost and blind.
The smooth touch of the air,
Dried away, each and every tear
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I kept walking

Fighting with the shadow
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Hiding behind the wall
Territory in the frame of mind
Invisible looks visible
Blurred image plays with you
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Planning for a better,
Dreams all those, shatter
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He said no in a very polite manner
And I kept smiling to pretend
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I think I have planned so much for this life
Three sons, four daughters but only one wife

The girl crying for the train at the station
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I tried so hard not to express myself
But those words drove me crazy
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