ASYLUM

Nothing is more precious than putting a smile on someone's face ,let's not make this world a bitter place for existence .

SITTING ON A BENCH HE WAVED

WITH A FACE UNSHAVED 

HE GOT THAT BRIGHT BROWN EYES 

BUT HIS SMILE WAS CAGED 

OLD GLOOMY GATES 

WERE SHEDDING TEARS 

UNDER THE PAINTED VEILS 

AIR WAS DULL AND HAVING NO HEIR 

AS IT WAS THE MYSTERY OF NO WHERE 

RUGGED CLOTHES AND A TINY LOAF OF BREAD  

WAS IT A PITY OR A DREAD?

LIFE WAS SLOW 

AS IT WAS  MEASURING

 EVERYFOOTSTEP WITH ITS SHADOWS 

 LIKE NO RAIN OVER BARREN MEADOWS 

WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THRONE 

IT WAS A SHELTER WITH NO HOME .

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

You painted a beautiful image with your poetry. Amazing.