Life at present
By: Shahid Shamshad Kumar
It’s not that I am okay
It’s that I have lost my way
Through many ways and reasons
With unexpected seasons
Through the streets of broken hearts
As enough my soul departs
Ever I felt simple season of strange
I took myself to a thorny range
The collision of “white shirts” through competition
With self interest nothing to compete
Only sorrows, woes and foes
It’s just that I am incomplete
Addicted towards one’s weak zones
In the hearts “a debunk thief of artificial tunes;
Just buzzling over one’s simplicity
When it’s over I weep alone
And I encourage myself by using phone!
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